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The Catastrophe of Rainbows

By Martha Collins

The Catastrophe of Rainbows
$12
  • Publisher: Cleveland State University Poetry Center
  • Available in: Paperback
  • ISBN: 0-914946-48-X
  • Published: March 1, 1985
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More Poems from this Book

See also “Several Things,” in Poems on Poems

Martha Collins’s first book of poems, first published in 1984 and reprinted (with a new cover) in 1998.

 

There are few first books of poetry that reward attention as much asThe Catastrophe of Rainbows. These poems are lyrical, complicated, lucid, and commanding.”      —Wilson Library Bulletin

The collection is held together by the images of color which shade into each other like a rainbow’s arc and then reopen in the final and title poem. And just like the title, which suggests the tension between beauty and tragedy, there is a fierce interplay between the brilliance of color and imagery on the one hand, and the stark purity of language on the other.”   —West Branch

Martha Collins is a poet whose command of craft rises beautifully to meet the needs of her vision. The content which informs, which forms, these poems doesn’t sound like someone else’s. Her diction and images often have a dense, closewoven texture, as of tapestry.”     —Denise Levertov

The Catastrophe of Rainbowsis that rare thing, a book which is mysteriously familiar even on a first reading and new and surprising on each successive encounter. As the subtle inter-connections among the poems clarify and expand, it is as if one inhabits a seamless arc of color.”     —Peter Klappert

Martha Collins makes stunning objects, beautiful thought-machines, textures-of-questionings, songs. Bold primaries (color, emotion, event), put into the poem with a forthright pastrycook slap, flash out at the end with astonishing moral and dramatic reverberation. Like a Bunraku puppeteer she says ‘here, see me contriving this.’ We see, but are no less wowed.”     —George Starbuck

 


The Story We Know

The way to begin is always the same. Hello,
Hello. Your hand, your name. So glad, just fine,
and Good-bye at the end. That's every story we know,

and why pretend? But lunch tomorrow? No?
Yes? An omelette, salad, chilled white wine?
The way to begin is simple, sane, Hello,

and then it's Sunday, coffee, the Times, a slow
day by the fire, dinner at eight or nine
and Good-bye. In the end, this is a story we know

so well we don't turn the page, or look below
the picture, or follow the words to the next line:
The way to begin is always the same Hello.

But one night, through the latticed window, snow
begins to whiten the air, and the tall white pine.
Good-bye is the end of every story we know

that night, and when we dose the curtains, oh,
we hold each other against that cold white sign
of the way we all begin and end. Hello,
Good-bye is the only story. We know, we know.

 

Joanie

Her name was next to mine
and sometimes, in the same
pearls and sweater, we were twins
at our desk in the second row.

All that year we rode
Caesar's horses, we declined
this and that and in the spring
we made a purple cake for Rome.

Joanie thought of children
and this spring I think, A trip
to Rome! I think, My own child!
As if I had room for other places

in this life. Joanie didn't
after all and I remember that
Italia est paeninsula and Rome
is on its edge. Rome was war,

Rome was men: they made patterns
with their shields, they found honor
on their swords. A wolf nursed
their twins. They ate their plates.

Joanie is bones. Her last ride
was on her back, her bare feet pale
against the stirrups. She bore down,
she wore no pearls, she rode air,

I ride, you ride, we ride
such horses as we can.
Italia non est insula.
Nor I, nor you, nor you.


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