Through Arched Doors
(For James Baldwin)
of the elemental
soil beneath bone
& tear –
genius a midnight
We drown in your intimate
wave as faces of many hues
enter your eyes. You make us
on the back of a beautiful fire.
You hold us near your mind, embracing
rooftops, stairwells, the upper half of
Your words ripple & rape
the greyness from every sickness scrawled.
There is nothing
as your writer’s hands
that strike with light
our narrow hates
Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “First Offense” 1996
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“Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.
“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.
“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.