The Gaza of Winter

In Donald Revell's poems, the present is often little more than an instant caught between the sadness of memory and the need to face the future's blank expanse. Even the best dreams recall happiness that cannot be retrieved, while the worst memories bend past love into a crazy line through darkness: "Anything can turn furious. The crazy / line through wreckage that wears my face and all / the faces seems not to end. And on the way, / even the most damaged things have one / surface glazed, a sudden distorting mirror / that I can't help finding. There, I look as I did / stalled in hours or places it is shame / to remember. The Eumenides are slow / vengeance, meted out by anywhere love fails / in the collapse and angry dealing of self-love. / The light presses. The air presses hard and no / story of mine if good enough to hold out."When there is escape, calm in these poems it is often in thoughts of distant lands and pasts, in the works of other writers and artists--the bands of light and changing shadows of Cezanne's canvases, the suburban desire and deep green lawns of Cheever's fiction. It is art, stories, the urge to tell that brings hope in these lines.

Donald Revell is a professor of English at the University of Utah, where he also serves as director of creative writing. He is a former editor of the Denver Quarterly and is currently a poetry editor of the Colorado Review. Revell is the author of eight collections of poetry.