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So the Night Cannot Go on without Us by Brian Brodeur

Brian Brodeur was born in Worcester, MA in 1978. His work has appeared in Gettysburg Review, Pleiades, New Orleans Review, Crab Orchard Review, River Styx, Meridian, and the anthology Best New Poets 2005 (University of Virginia Press), among others. Brian's poems have recently been translated into Spanish and Bosnian. He lives and works in Fairfax, VA. This is his first chapbook. 


He goes under--it's all he can think to do--

     waits for his feet to touch bottom, clutches

her ribs and lifts her like a dancer

     above the steaming surface so she can breathe.

Parting the muck, he takes no small pleasure

     in feeling her arms squeeze his neck, her breasts

pressing against his back as he starts

     to paddle. She slides her hand down his chest

to grip him tighter, and he's convinced

     he can open his throat and swallow the whole

lake down, guzzle the grainy blackness, gulp

     by gulp, until they could walk back to shore.

Her breathing matches his. Is she humoring him?

     Her hair spills over his shoulders and sticks to his lips.

Farther in, his toes kick the mud below. So what

     if he keeps swimming, carrying her, weighted

down by this strange lust he feels for the thrill

     of her fingernails, her body slapping his?

Isn't this what he'd wanted, a task he could not fail?

     Gliding together, they come close enough

to touch the moon, making it ripple where it floats.

From the Author

Many of these poems take place abroad, mostly in the west of Ireland where I spent a year living in Galway City, working on a dairy farm in County Mayo, and traveling throughout that country and others. Though some of the events described in these poems are not autobiographical, I have tried to capture something of lived experience, to imbue even the most embellished narrative with the sense that a breathing human being tasted, saw, heard, and felt these things. Though they incorporate a variety of tenors, voices, and modes, my hope is that these poems cohere through common thematic threads and shared formal devices: familial lyrics, pastoral love poems, monologues--all are represented here. Many flirt with traditional storytelling, allowing dramatic moments to exist on their own, without meditation or commentary.

     These exquisite poems result, in part, from careful observation of the natural world, as in "a last snowflake leaves its print on the windshield, slight as the foot of a bird." Intensity is achieved in delicate layers of vulnerability, finality, and elegant wording. Emotional states of mind are skillfully conveyed. All life, both the attractive and the repulsive, is considered with tenderness--a mother spreads tinsel and places a plastic crèche on a window sill. Oleanders bloom brilliantly but are poisonous when eaten; a young woman pierces the flesh of her hands with safety pins to contain incomprehensible feeling. Such full embrace of life's paradox achieves a central aim of poetry, to comfort.

                                                  Connie Donovan

                                                            contest judge