3 poems by Eva Tihanyi

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A 21ST CENTURY POEM FOR GLORIA STEINEM
  
 1.
  
 Start with this: a man
 on a sidewalk, a large man
 on a narrow sidewalk, the sidewalk
 in a midnight city, any season.
  
 Across the street
 a woman reaches her doorstep,
 fumbles for keys in the darkness.
  
 This could be 1972 or 50 years later.
  
 Fear is timeless.
  
 2.
  
 No solace in windows
 if there are no doors.
  
 But when a woman understands herself,
 she can bring down a world.
  
 There is hope in this, always.
  
 3.
  
 I see my young self more clearly now
 as one can see the whole forest
 only from a distance.
  
 She stands still as a tree, 
 her roots deepening.
  
 Soon she will pull free, begin
 her race toward comprehension.
  
 Look at her run.
  
 There is a fierce push in her.
  
 She is intent on alighting.
  
  
  
  
 COURAGE
 
 My poetry wanted them
 and so they came, the tumultuous hours, 
 the bouts of love, the obsessions
 like a fever.
  
 Throughout it all, there you were,
 friend of a lifetime, watching me
 wend my way to adulthood,
 my complex relationship with doors.
  
 But the capricious moods of time,
 inevitable, insistent as waves on rock,
 wash over us, wear us down.
  
 And the selves we were, less visible
 with each passing year, recede
 and diminish.
  
 You knew me then,
 you know me now.
  
 To the end this will sustain me.
  
 Come, let us link arms,
 whistle bravely
 into the gaining dark.
  
   
  
  
 EXPERIENCED MUSIC 
  
 I can’t talk about my singing; I’m inside it.     
                                                                              --Janis Joplin
  
 1.
  
 It didn’t work for you—the crowd love—
 in the end.
  
 Not possible
 to reconcile singular and plural,
 the I and all the others (and in that truce
 to find the no-rage of understanding).
  
 It was your time, and not your time.
 Your gift: to make of art an urgency.
  
 Decades later, still it drives
 a stake into the heart—your voice—
 cleaves it open.
  
 What you had in the end: the certainty
 of aloneness, no comfort
 in the stark aftermath of adulation.
  
 It  prevails: something alive
 caught in your throat,  howling.
  
  
 2.
  
 You didn’t trust romance, craved it just the same,
 your marrow a woman’s marrow sweet and raw with longing,
 your eye a woman’s eye reckless and burning through.
  
 Within the years of need, grief also.
  
 You contain, but refuse to be contained.
 The curse of hindsight: regret.
 As you always said, you get what you settle for.
   
  
 3.
  
 Euphoria: when the tribe dances at your feet,
 goddess of the profane and the deep wild.
  
 Note by note you live what they can’t.
 You bay at the world as if it were the moon.
  
 In the rude rebellious night, poised
 on the edge of your darkest dreaming,
 you are safe in your singing, holy animal.
  
  
 4.
  
 What is there to say?
  
 That there is no end to anything
 but eventually the endings.
  
 That we surmise and negotiate
 and give in to surrender.
  
 That the music offers a brief respite
 (glorious)
 from the tyranny of waiting.
  
 The day breaks already broken
 yet still we hope.
  
 Don’t feel sorry.
  
 Eat, and be comforted. 
 Drink, and be comforted.
 The void is hungrier and thirstier 
 than you can imagine.
 It cannot be consumed
 by you, or anyone.
  
 Strange day, when you realize
 there is nothing but strangeness. 

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Eva Tihanyi has published eight books of poetry, most recently The Largeness of Rescue (Inanna, 2016) which was awarded a Fred Cogswell Award for Excellence in Poetry.  She has also published a collection of short stories, Truth and Other Fictions (Inanna, 2009). Currently she is working on Circle Tour, her new poetry volume. She lives in St. Catharines, Ontario. Visit her web site www.evatihanyi.com for more information. 

Published by darcie friesen hossack

Darcie Friesen Hossack is a graduate of the Humber School for Writers. Her short story collection, Mennonites Don’t Dance, was a runner-up for the Danuta Gleed Award, shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers Prize and the Ontario Library Association's Forest of Reading Evergreen Award for Adult Fiction. Citing irreverence, the book was banned by the LaCrete Public Library in Northern Alberta. Having mentored with Giller finalists Sandra Birdsell (The Russlander) and Gail Anderson Dargatz (Spawning Grounds, The Cure for Death by Lightening), Darcie is now completing her first novel where, for a family with a Seventh-day Adventist father and a Mennonite mother, the End Times are just around the corner. Darcie is also a four time judge of the Whistler Independent Book Awards, and a career food writer. She lives in Northern Alberta, Canada, with her husband, international award-winning chef, Dean Hossack.

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