{"id":8825,"date":"2011-10-04T06:30:32","date_gmt":"2011-10-03T17:30:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=8825"},"modified":"2011-10-03T21:36:08","modified_gmt":"2011-10-03T08:36:08","slug":"tuesday-poem-windowpane-by-rhian-gallagher","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2011\/10\/04\/tuesday-poem-windowpane-by-rhian-gallagher\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poem: &#8220;Windowpane&#8221; by Rhian Gallagher"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3>Windowpane<\/h3>\n<p>The cat rasps her claws on cabbage tree bark,<br \/>\na note of bird, full chorus done.<br \/>\nGrasses wear a soft embalm. Twilight<br \/>\ncould be ripped with engine roar<br \/>\nor the slam of a door, could be<br \/>\npre-earthquake crackling. At the window<br \/>\nseeing through then seeing <em>the through<\/em><br \/>\n\u2014 waved rippled glass<br \/>\nbubbled, a larger lozenge<br \/>\nyou press your eye to:<br \/>\nedges fur, earth and tree,<br \/>\nall the old familiar ground<br \/>\nmade queer. You live a moment of between<br \/>\nopened in a distraught glass. The glazier<br \/>\nleft a perfect tear.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><br \/>\n\u00a9 Rhian Gallagher<br \/>\n~ published in <em><strong>Shift<\/strong><\/em>, Auckland University Press, 2011<\/p>\n<p>Reproduced here with permission.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014<\/p>\n<p><a rel=\"attachment wp-att-7717\" href=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2011\/08\/23\/tuesday-poem-guest-editor-on-the-tuesday-poem-hub\/shift\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-7717\" title=\"Shift\" src=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/Shift-208x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"208\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/Shift-208x300.jpg 208w, https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/Shift-104x150.jpg 104w, https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/Shift-712x1024.jpg 712w, https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/Shift.jpg 1639w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 208px) 100vw, 208px\" \/><\/a>On August 23, I featured <em>Butterfly<\/em>, from Rhian Gallagher\u2019s new collection <em><strong>Shift<\/strong><\/em> (AUP) on the <a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/2011\/08\/butterfly-by-rhian-gallager.html\"><strong>Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong><\/a>. Since then I have been slowly working my way through the collection, chiefly because these are not poems you zip through. Each one demands time, effort, thought\u2014and very often compels a swift return to re-read.<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Shift <\/strong><\/em>is divided into three parts: <em>Shift, Butterfly<\/em>, and <em>Shore<\/em>. To date, I have completed reading the first section, <em>Shift<\/em>, which I feel deals with: place\u2014the shift between New Zealand and England and associated journeys; with time\u2014the shift between childhood and adulthood, experience and recollection; and family\u2014the subtleties and shift of the emotional currents that shape our lives.<\/p>\n<p>I asked Rhian if I could feature <strong><em>Windowpane<\/em><\/strong> as my Tuesday Poem today because for me it has a strongly New Zealand feel, but also because of the deeply observational nature of the poem, and the way it captures that sense of experience and recollection, \u201cnow\u201d and&#8212;in the same moment&#8212; \u201cthen.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p><a rel=\"attachment wp-att-7519\" href=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2011\/08\/30\/tuesday-poem-enchantress-of-numbers-by-helen-rickerby\/tuespoem\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-7519\" title=\"TuesPoem\" src=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/TuesPoem.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"120\" height=\"107\" \/><\/a>To read the featured poem on the <strong>Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong> and other great poems from fellow Tuesday poets around the world, click <a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/\"><strong>here<\/strong><\/a> or on the <strong>Quill<\/strong> <strong>icon<\/strong> in the sidebar.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Windowpane The cat rasps her claws on cabbage tree bark, a note of bird, full chorus done. Grasses wear a soft embalm. Twilight could be ripped with engine roar or the slam of a door, could be pre-earthquake crackling. At the window seeing through then seeing the through \u2014 waved rippled glass bubbled, a larger [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8825","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-other-writers","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8825","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8825"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8825\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8833,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8825\/revisions\/8833"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8825"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8825"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8825"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}