And They Shall Wear Purple
Jean Hollander, Sheep Meadow Press, Softcover $22.50 (269pp), 978-1-937679-62-0
Delight in the presence of a poet so sane as to make you want to sit at her feet, lean against her knees. And yet, Jean Hollander’s poetry won’t stroke your cheek with comforting missives—her work is commanding, powerful, spare as a shinbone. The author of five collections of poetry, a translator of Dante from the German, she held teaching positions at Princeton University, and Brooklyn and Columbia Colleges.
After Going West
Three sprigs of lavender my son brought back for me after hiking with friends, and I no longer invited
the manhood I raised having come, the stubble awkward on his chin, he reads Hesse and Salinger and not the books I thrust on him
I think his frame too big to have come out of my womb, I renounce the baby head pushing, I give the freedom he has taken gladly
crawled out of comfort, he has erupted mothering and I am happy, tired of the labor, and touching his separate skin
for the second time I feel the wonder of that parting.