Saturday, February 16, 2013

Paula Bohince / Pinot Noir

Paula Bohince

Paula Bohince, “Pinot Noir”

Drinking deeply on the globe, waiting for blackness
to overtake romance completely,
eyes roaming the faded amphitheater of woods, I breathe in
pine pitch, admire columns of pines everlasting
against the crumbling columns of the burned-down smokehouse,
its three steps leading up to nothingness
but where grass still holds the essence of pig fat
and summer’s adrenaline. Now it’s a stage
for the imagination: my father, seven, feeding his beagle
beer, laughter of the uncles resounding through air
as his pet topples over, lifting its leg to piss, exposing”
its pink and hairless stomach, the child,
at last, approved of, taken in their circle, laughter caught
in the ch-ch-ch-waah of locusts.
The Children is the second collection of Paula Bohince’s poems. “Milkweed” and “Lenox Aubade” appeared in Agni; “Mother’s Quail” was published inThe New Yorker. “Gypsy Moths, or Beloved” appeared in Orion, and “Entering the Ouse” in Poetry. You can hear her reading “Clothesline” atSlate.
In the PIttsburgh City Paper, which is where I found this conveniently already laid-out cover and headshot, Mike Schneider writes, “This is not… Billy Collins, or many other contemporary poets, who generally keep the tone on the light side and the situations familiar. With Bohince, we are drawn into an interior network that at its best sets off Plath-like, compressed-energy depth charges of imagery, but that also can produce the uncomfortable feeling that the poem is a puzzle to solve.”

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