New Yorker Poetry Rachel Hadas "A Poultice" and Ira Sadoff "I never needed things"
I have been thinking of Rachel Hadas and was so grateful to find a new poem from her in the New Yorker, today...it was like visiting an old friend. Rachel and I knew each other in Princeton; she used to return to visit her advisor, Edmund Keeley, for her dissertation on Robert Frost and the Greek Poets. She is a great admirer of James Merrill's work, and counted him as a friend and mentor. Rachel lived in Greece for a period of her life. The space sounds like Vermont in this poem. The poem is so lyrical and perfect in its couplets. I love her poem. It makes me want to write, again, to find a poetic voice, a poet's words. A Poultice Tumeric, rosemary: blend with run. Winter is fading, spring will come, snow will melt, and leaves set in. Rosemary, turmeric: shake in gin. Tumeric, bourbon, rosemary: a blue-green bruise leaks toward my eye (a week ago I bumped my head). I swab and bathe it. The bruise will fade faster with this concoction rec...