Unlocked: Poems for Critical Times (Series Two, Part Six)

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Yvette Christiansë's poignant poem “When All Else Fails” appears in her volume Castaway, a collection of poems containing multiple voices and set on the island of St Helena, a port of call for the slave trade.

The poem is lamentation and invocation, a girl slave’s hymn from the hull of a ship. She retains the memory of her unbound body, her freedom and her history by enumerating the privations and cruelties that enslave fingers, ankles, mouths. The resolute movement of the poem and the formal repeated entreaty “be kind” give life and breath to the resilient girl. 

“Twice over” is also a poem in a gentle key, though its subject matter is very different. Haidee Kotze invokes an apparently simple domestic act: two adults teaching a small boy to bake a cake. Among other things what he and they learn is “how you measure” and that to make things “Right,” whether in everyday life or relationships, you might need to try again. Engaging instruction and fine description of the winter evening converges with introspection, repeated twice, that “we’ll remember/that”.

When All Else Fails

Yvette Christiansë

 

And now, be kind

stars, gods, be kind

whatever names you go by

in our many prayers

and thanksgivings

                                  be kind

when our fingers break

against the wood that

holds us

                                   be kind

when we hear our voices

fall flat out of the 

childhood we lose

                                    be kind

in the darkness,

                                   be kind

when they wash us

heavily and feed us

with rough concessions

                                    be kind

to our yesterdays, our

back theres, the generations

we shed as we squat

in place among strangers.

 

To our hands, be kind

to our ankles, our eyes

                                 be kind

to our memories

                                  even 

our forgetting.

 

From Castaway, Duke University Press, 1999

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we showed him the slow temper of love
while the moon brewed like a fat ball of dough over the city.