Temples and Fields

Using nature and history as her raw materials, Phillis Levin crafts a world alive with ideas. In striking experiments with form, rhyme, and meter, she examines the condition of our species. Levin is a voyager in these poems, cataloging the earthly spectacle, tempering her lines with an irony that strikes an immediate blow at the heart of things. By turns rhaposidist and rhetorician, visionary and witness, she transforms the cycle of love and death into a majestic music: Machines have their own seasons, revolving Around us, though nature is not their fulcrum. They too move beyond repair to neglect, But cannot die like a diving falcon Or repeat, in the end, names that inflect As the sum of one’s parts stops working. Unconverted by death, they know nothing Of the glory of noise and the daily Trade of the ugly and the beautiful We have listened to, in stories of many For whom engines were passions, and the feel Of life the sense of a great sound building. In language that fuses the discursive and the lyrical, the contemplative and the dramatic, Phillis Levin renews metaphysical inquiry. Temples and Fields becomes finally a study of joy and terror—“the meticulous counting down / Of beginning leaf and scattered petal”—and of the primordial link between the human and the divine.