Jean Kent returns to familiar haunts in Paris with this beguiling chapbook, which brings together poems of time and place first published in 1998, drawn from her first residency at the Cité des Arts in the mid nineties. Accompanied by plangent drawings by her husband Martin, these poems will be read and re-read with wistful pleasure by anyone whose heart has missed a beat on crossing the Pont Neuf on a misty winter evening.
But now the inky quills over Paris rewrite
It is the hour of hope and the dome of the world
has a slippery ceiling, a dark blade whose other side
has already turned to silver—
as the huge night swings me over its edge and back, gathering
more than I could imagine into its dream-dented bucket.