Poets have been writing about exile at least as far back as Ovid’s exile to the Romanian coast of the Black Sea by the Emperor Caesar Augustus in 8 A.D. “Our native soil draws all of us, ” he wrote in one poem, “by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.” Exile is about both the present moment and memory, and about both simultaneously.
Two recent collections of poems explore the idea of exile, but they do it in very different ways.
Lucia Cherciu is a professor of English at the State University of New York in Dutchess/Poughkeepsie. She was born in Romania, and in fact has had two collections of poetry published there—The Abandonment of Language (2009) and Gifted Laughter (2010), both by Editura Vinea Press in Bucharest. She writes in both English and Romanian, and her first book of poetry in English, Edible Flowers, was published in 2015.
While not all of the poems are about exile, many of them are, about a life and people left behind, about a people nearly destroyed by the Communist regime under Nikolae Ceaucescu. The poems consider what’s missing, what is remembered, what life was like and not like. And the poems address what it means to return, when return becomes possible.
A Tour of the Ceausescu Palace
Although I didn’t want to see it,
we waited in line after a long walk
on threateningly straight streets,
trying to imagine what the houses
looked like before
the neighborhood was erased.
Inside, the tour guide
told us she had two stories:
one for foreign tourists
and one for the Romanians
in the room, depending
on which group came in.
Sometimes, people whose houses
had been destroyed
corrected each of her words.
No pictures of Ceausescu and his wife.
Only in the basement, we found
the image of the scythe and hammer.
You were impressed with the candelabrum
that weighed fourteen tons. I could only see
the dozens of conference rooms
and the rhythm of hands clapping
at the macabre wooden tongue.
Edible Flowers is a moving collection, tinged with both a sense of sadness and a determination to go on, because not to go on is to die.
The chapbook Edie (Whispering): Poems from Grey Gardens by Sarah Nichols is about a different exile—a kind of exile by choice in one’s own country—or one’s own house.
The collection is all found poems, taken from a 1975 documentary entitled Grey Gardens. The subject of the documentary is a woman and her daughter: “An old mother and her middle-aged daughter, the aunt and cousin of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, live their eccentric lives in a filthy, decaying mansion in East Hampton, ” according to the official description.
Nichols has taken words and phrases from the transcript of the documentary and transformed them into poems. The mother speaks in some of the poems; we’re hear the daughter’s voice in others. Here is the mother speaking:
Come here—back here.
Everything disappears in this place,
couldn’t possibly leave.
Night after night, morning
after morning, the ghosts
hold our breath.
What was the point of my
searching the line between
the past and the present ?
Would you tell me ?
This woman is lost,
and I couldn’t possibly leave.
Nichols is the author of a previous collection of poetry, The Country of No (2012), published by Finishing Line Press. Her poems have appeared in numerous literary journals and publications.
The poems in Edie (Whispering) make sense of an exile of choice. One thinks of Miss Havisham in her wedding dress in Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, but the mother and daughter in this poetry collection are not isolated because of a jilting at the altar. Instead, their exile by choice seems more driven by fear.
As Ovid suggested, exile does not allow us to forget. In fact, it forces our reality into memory.
Lucia Cherciu reads the poem “Geraniums” at The Cortland Review.
An interview with Sarah Nichols at The Found Poetry Review.
How to Read a Poem uses images like the mouse, the hive, the switch (from the Billy Collins poem)—to guide readers into new ways of understanding poems. Anthology included.
“I require all our incoming poetry students—in the MFA I direct—to buy and read this book.”
—Jeanetta Calhoun Mish
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