We Have To Leave The Earth
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We Have To Leave The Earth, Carolyn Jess-Cooke's third book of poems, deftly interweaves the personal and the political. Climate change is confronted in a portrait of the Arctic with its 'wolf winters.' The House of Rest is a history in 9 poems of Josephine Butler (1828-1906), a pioneering feminist activist. There are also tender poems about family.
'Four distinct projects are constructed with imagination, clarity, tenderness, melody and skill.' - Kathryn Maris
'Read to immerse yourself in wonder' - Judy Darley
'Poems that are strong, yet empathic; steely, but compassionate. It's an extremely powerful admixture and I urge you to read it.' - Buzz Magazine
Carolyn Jess-Cooke
Carolyn Jess-Cooke is an award-winning poet, academic, editor and novelist published in 23 languages. She is a Senior Lecturer in Creative Writing at the University of Glasgow, and founder of the Stay-at-Home Literary Festival.
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We Have To Leave The Earth - Carolyn Jess-Cooke
Now
Now is the moment I sit in bed on one hip, turned
to the round mirror and the back of our daughter who now
climbs into bed, pulling the covers haphazardly across us and
the dog who snores lightly, his coat fox-red in the lunar
TV light, and I think of how she is to start school
in September, I think of what tomorrow asks and what is yet
to be done and undone, how many nows make up a life
and what is living
if not recognising the value of now, if not
refusing to grasp violently at the trespassing of now into then
and knowing that every now is altered in its remembering
just like the round mirror across from me now holds the bed
and the tussled sheets and the heaped shape of our dog
imperfectly, a not-quite now, translating now in five
senses, an infinite now
in sense and meaning
and thus both impossible and exact – now knows no next,
my daughter sleeps by the dog, and I write of them only
because the folding away of light gives a voice
to what cannot be stilled, to that
which will not be etched
or retained in itself, which is why love is the base principle
of time, at once reflecting and illuminating passages
to their possibility of loss, the unknown,
the empty bed
and yet each now restores love, is made of it.
I
Songs for the Arctic
We too flicker briefly
December. Bone sky.
Ocean’s oil-dark
cloth unsettled
by a new burden: boat
skirted with white
mountains of many quarries
and quiffs. We watch for
green sky-rivers
arrows of geese
water-scythes of whales
to subtitle this most
unearthly of earth’s
scapes. To reassure
that we too
can pass gently
through
Snow Letters
At Cape North
three picnic tables
peeking out of snow
spalted bright
may yet return
Confrontation
Why did you come?
To the serrated wastes, wolf-winter,
flukkra incessant as loneliness,
light pared to a foil.
I think of Amundsen eating his dogs.
Shackleton’s ship crushed
by ice, months exposed: snow-thistled beards,
frost-black digits, teeth split open
by cold. Why did you come?
Behind each comfort, Death hides –
but here I’m in the shiv
of his stare and he
in mine
Northwest Passage
There are many things I do not know.
I do not know why