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fly from the unconscious. They wing their way lyrically toward us in the form of a crow. The poet is solving for X here, trying to mend a broken history and crow is her companion, her riddle, her “saint of the unloved.”
“History and elegy are akin,” says Anne Carson. “History comes from an ancient Greek verb meaning to ask. . . but the asking is not idle,” nor is it here in Sally Doyle’s brief and beautiful exploration. As Carson states: “It is when you are asking about something that you realize you yourself have survived it, and so you must carry it.” Sally Doyle’s poems carry us with her.
As a child, I knew when they didn’t remember me.
This knowledge happened in my body,
in a place that could not speak.
It happened often,
and every time it did
Crow watched me carefully
with his cold, black eyes.
–Kathy Evans, author of Imagination Comes to Breakfast from Signature Books
My House is Black Feathers
by Sally Doyle
$14.99, paper
978-1-64662-098-2
2019
Sally Doyle lives in San Francisco with her husband. She works as a poet in the schools.
She is currently a poet-in-residence at UCSF Benioff Children’s Hospitals in San Francisco and Oakland California.
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