Blood Labors
Daniel Tobin
On The New York Times’ list of The Best Poetry of 2018.
On Washington Independent Review of Books’ September 2018 Best Books List.
A collection that explores spaces in order to probe the fraught interplay of matter and spirit, desire and monstrosity, the created and the uncreated.
The title Blood Labors is a double entendre: labors as both the thing and the action. Split into four sections, which act as musical movements more than section breaks, there are poems about space and matter, the human impulse to create, and the artist’s work.
XI. Fecundity (in “Downstream”) from Blood Labors
And all shall be well, and all manner of thing
Shall grow through and out of me like a body
Made of light, my feet rooted in the planet’s
Lucent pool, its waters reflecting sky
Out of which flower fields unfold their flesh,
Such benignly eloquent wordless bouquets,
Everything efflorescence, sexy material ghost
Of me, immaculately maculate quickening
Life, bone-house birdhouse (the human hidden
In the heart’s whorled foliage) and the blue
Haloes upholding twin swans curving whitely—
In me you will find no sunset, only sunrise.
Shall grow through and out of me like a body
Made of light, my feet rooted in the planet’s
Lucent pool, its waters reflecting sky
Out of which flower fields unfold their flesh,
Such benignly eloquent wordless bouquets,
Everything efflorescence, sexy material ghost
Of me, immaculately maculate quickening
Life, bone-house birdhouse (the human hidden
In the heart’s whorled foliage) and the blue
Haloes upholding twin swans curving whitely—
In me you will find no sunset, only sunrise.
