Selected Poems: Mimi Khalvati
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Mimi Khalvati
Mimi Khalvati was born in Tehran, Iran, and sent to boarding school on the Isle of Wight at the age of six. She has lived most of her life in London. She has published nine collections with Carcanet Press, including The Meanest Flower, shortlisted for the T.S. Eliot Prize 2007, Child: New and Selected Poems 1991-2011, a Poetry Book Society Special Commendation, and The Weather Wheel, a Poetry Book Society Recommendation and a book of the year in The Independent. Her pamphlet, Earthshine (Smith/Doorstop Books 2013), was a Poetry Book Society Pamphlet Choice and her Very Selected Poems appeared from Smith/Doorstop in 2017. She has held fellowships at the International Writing Program in Iowa, the American School in London and at the Royal Literary Fund, and her awards include a Cholmondeley Award from the Society of Authors and a major Arts Council Writer's Award. She is the founder of the Poetry School and a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and of The English Society.
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- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Usually publishers have a clear distinct understanding in the use of "selected poetry" and "collected poetry", the former suggesting a selection and the latter suggesting completeness albeit "up till then". It is also true that occasionally the title of a book on the cover is different from the title on the title page, often for marketing purposes. I wonder why the title of this volume is "Collected poems" on the title page but "Selected poems" on the cover. (Patrick Kavanagh (2005). Selected poems in Penguin Classics. The editor Antoinnette Quinn has quite a lot to say about about this in the bibliographical note (pp. xli-xlii), insisting that the present volume is named "Selected poems", making the title on the title page all the more puzzling, as in academic practice the title on the title page should take precedence over the title on the cover.Patrick Kavanagh (1904-1967) was an Irish poet. The introduction mentions that Kavanagh's poetry was not very well received by critics. He saw himself as an outsider, hesitant to call himself a poet.The poems show an independent mind that doesn't regard or follow the trends of the time. The reading is not easy. as poems seem of a certain roughness or stubbornness or even clumsiness over melodious flow. The poetry is marked my religion and rural, elements not often associated with modern poetry. Still, the poet seems to try to reconcile the modern form with traditional rhythm and form of ballads.I did not enjoy reading this collection, few poems really interested me.
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Selected Poems - Mimi Khalvati
MIMI KHALVATI
SELECTED POEMS
Contents
Title Page
from IN WHITE INK (1991)
The Woman in the Wall
Stone of Patience
Family Footnotes
Shanklin Chine
Sick Boy
Blue Moon
The Bowl
Rubaiyat
Earls Court
In Lieu of a Postcard
Jasmine
Rice
Baba Mostafa
Haiku
from MIRRORWORK (1995)
from Mirrorwork
Vine-Leaves
What Seemed so Quiet
The North-Facing Garden
Writing in the Sun
Prayer
Needlework
from Interiors
Au Jardin du Luxembourg (detail)
Boy in a Photograph
Coma
Love
That Night at the Jazz Café
Apology
from A View of Courtyards
from ENTRIES ON LIGHT (1997)
Knocking on the door you open
Sunday. I woke from a raucous night
Today’s grey light
Scales are evenly weighed
Streetlamps threw battlements
The heavier, fuller, breast and body grow
Through me light drives on seawall
In the amber
The air is the hide of a white bull
I’m silenced in
I hear myself in the loudness of overbearing waves
Speak to me as shadows do
This book is a seagull whose wings you hold
I’m opening the door of shadow
One upper pane by a windchime
I’ve never been in a hurry
It’s all very well
Show, show me
: that sky and light and colour
I love all things in miniature
In that childhood time
Light’s taking a bath tonight
Dawn paves its own way
With finest needles
When sky paints itself
There’s no jewel we can think of
Moons come in all the colours
Why not mention the purple flower
One sky is a canvas for jets and vapour trails
Black fruit is sweet, white is sweeter
He’s tying up the gypsophila
And had we ever lived in my country
Winter’s strains
And in the sea’s blackness sank
When space is at its emptiest
Was it morning, night?
Curling her tail
His 18th. He likes Chinese
Staring up from his pram to the sky
New Year’s Eve
In this country
Here’s dusk to burrow in
All yellow has gone from the day
While the tulip threatens to lose one leaf
Darling, your message on the phone
Is it before or after the fiesta?
On a late summer’s day that draws to a close
First you invite me to tea under your appletree
Everywhere you see her
Don’t draw back
Light comes between us and our grief
Why does the aspen tremble
Boys have been throwing stones all day
Foreshortened, light claws out of the sea
On a diving-board
I have removed the scaffolding
So high up in a house
These homes in poems
For you, who are a large man
When, against a cloth
The gate has five bars
I’m reading with the light on
Times are – thinking about new wine
Like old red gold
An Iranian professor I know asked me
I’ve always grown in other people’s shade
… Human beings must be taught to love
Nothing can ruin the evening
It’s the eye of longing that I tire of
To be so dependent on sunlight
What is he looking for
It is said God created a peacock of light
Too much light is tiresome
Light’s sharpening knives of water
I’ve stored all the light I need
I loved you so much
Air’s utterly soft
And suppose I left behind
‘Going away’
Finally, in a cove
It can come from the simplest of things
Notes and Dedications for Entries on Light
Also by Mimi Khalvati
Copyright
from In White Ink
In women’s speech, as in their writing, that element which never stops resonating … is the song: first music from the first voice of love which is alive in every woman … A woman is never far from ‘mother’ … There is always within her at least a little of that good mother’s milk. She writes in white ink.
Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa
The Woman in the Wall
Why they walled her up seems academic.
They have their reasons. She was a woman
with a nursing child. Walled she was
and dying. But even when they surmised
there was nothing of her left but dust and ghost
at dawn, at dusk, at intervals
the breast recalled, wilful as the awe
that would govern village lives, her milk flowed.
And her child suckled at the wall, drew
the sweetness from the stone and grew
till the cracks knew only wind and weeds
and she was weaned. Centuries ago.
Stone of Patience
‘In the old days,’ she explained to a grandchild
bred in England, ‘in the old days in Persia
it was the custom to have a stone, a special stone
you would keep to talk to, tell your troubles to,
a stone we called, as they now call me, a stone of patience.’
No therapists then to field a question with another
but stones from dust where ladies’ fingers, cucumbers
curled in sun. Were the ones they used for gherkins
babies that would have grown, like piano tunes had we known
the bass beyond the first few bars? Or miniatures?
Some things I’m content to guess – colour in a crocus-tip,
is it gold or mauve? A girl or a boy … Patience
was so simple then, waiting for the clematis to open,
to purple on a wall, the bud to shoot out stamens,
the jet of milk to leave its rim like honey on the bee’s fur.
But patience when the cave is sealed, a boulder
at the door, is riled by the scent of hyacinth
in the blue behind the stone: a willow by the pool
where once she sat to trim a beard with kitchen scissors,
to tilt her hat at smiles, sleep, congratulations.
And a woman faced with a lover grabbing for his shoes
when women friends would have put themselves in hers
no longer knows what’s virtuous. Will anger
shift the boulder, buy her freedom and the earth’s?
Or patience like the earth’s be abused? Even nonchalance
can lead to courage, conception: a voice that says
oh come on darling, it’ll be alright, oh do let’s.
How many children were born from words such as these?
I know my own were, now learning to repeat them,
to outgrow a mother’s awe of consequence her body bears.
So now that midsummer, changing shape, has brought in
another season, the grape becoming raisin, hinting
in a nip at the sweetness of a clutch, one fast upon another;