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    The Fact of the Matter: Poems
    The Fact of the Matter: Poems
    The Fact of the Matter: Poems
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    The Fact of the Matter: Poems

    By Sally Keith

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    “Part-epic, part-elegy” this collection presents “a wonderfully involuted tableau where ancient Greek myth . . . strip malls, and natural history swirl together” (Kenyon Review).

    In this intricately crafted poetry collection, Sally Keith shows the self as a crucible of force—that which compels us to exert ourselves upon the world, and meanwhile renders us vulnerable to it. Moving from the mundane to the profound, these poems re-imagine things great and small, constantly reorienting our relationship to matter, science, mythology, our internal selves.

    With poems remarkable in their clarity and captivating in their matter-of-factness, Keith examines the impossible and inevitable privacy of being a person in the world. As we seek to put everything in its place, we must also negotiate the inexorable pull toward the places we call home—one we alternately try and fail to resist.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOpen Road Integrated Media
    Release dateNov 20, 2012
    ISBN9781571318725
    The Fact of the Matter: Poems
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    Sally Keith

    Sally Keith is the author of Two of Everything, as well as four previous collections of poetry, including River House and The Fact of the Matter. Recipient of a Guggenheim Foundation Fellowship in 2016, she is a member of the MFA faculty at George Mason University and lives in Fairfax, Virginia.

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      The Fact of the Matter - Sally Keith

      PROVIDENCE

      The restaurant owner opened the doors

      to let in the smell from the sea

      which stuck on the breeze. On the table,

      a white linen, a low candle, a tiger lily bouquet.

      The specials chalked in cursive we read

      from a slate, while the waiter, starched shirt

      and folded apron, explained them and we ordered,

      at first, a carafe of a thinner than usual pale colored wine.

      My mother sat across from me.

      She did not lean into her elbow on the table, did not

      slide her weight up her arm to make a leading shoulder.

      The light in her eyes was first a pool, then a line.

      Outside the skiffs in exit sailed toward us.

      On the corner a crushed Diet Coke can.

      What she then told me, I remember.

      Salt was exploding all over the sea.

      STUDY IN INCREMENT

      One conversation is contained in the room.

      Two women, but only one chair to comfortably sit in.

      Light falls.

      *

      Add that one is in love with the other.

      It might have been you.

      Outside, the slovenly light falling on and through the shape of the sycamore leaf,

      *

      siphoned, somewhat deflected where the vascular connectives knot, but soft, is so.

      It is dusk.

      Pinks and red.

      *

      If somewhere Achilles is soaking in the still hot Mediterranean sun,

      elsewhere I study the pieces of a painting.

      One woman is standing.

      *

      The woman standing beside the well glances inward at a sylvan conversation.

      There is a shepherd.

      There is a man with red bouffant sleeves and a cap.

      *

      This painting is Bellini’s.

      It hangs in the National Gallery four miles away from the room where I write.

      Mine was the conversation.

      *

      To understand the quality of resistance tightening, take Agamemnon annoyed.

      Achilles is soaking.

      He dangles his hand down from the hammock, hot sun, into the hair of the other.

      *

      Counter to natural inclination, the collage artist, my friend, has cut the canvas in half,

      reattached it leaving a gap, which makes the scene more real.

      For dusk, a coppery auburn color.

      *

      The red hints show real anger.

      If you lift the ancient Athenian vase and stare,

      in gold, encircled there: two figures and around the outside a procession.

      *

      To step from the path of a person approaching is so different from dodging a thing.

      The body in time, a body absorbing.

      Outside the slatted walnut-tree leaves are discernible against the sky,

      *

      whereas on the grass they fall without precision.

      There is a shepherd with bare feet.

      There is a man with an embroidered shirt who carries a flute.

      *

      The two are conversing.

      The one with the flute looks in at

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