Poem of the Week | March 13, 2023
“A Partial Account of the Trees” by Christine Robbins
This week’s Poem of the Week is “A Partial Account of the Trees” by Christine Robbins.
Christine Robbins lives and works in Olympia, Washington. Her poems have appeared in Beloit Poetry Journal, New England Review, Poetry Northwest, West Branch, and others. She was twice a finalist for the National Poetry Series.
A Partial Account of the Trees
When I write to you from here
Does it reach you where you / are –
In the field’s eternal / time in early evening?
A billion silver doors inside the air
Have / closed to me.
Birch at your window
Cedar where you died
Oden / hangs himself
In the Yggdrasil tree.
Oden, in his / agony
Sees beyond the roots
To the runes / underneath.
And he somehow grabs the stones,
And he / screaming
Saves himself.
Ghost-maple by the door
Cherry in the yard
There were no babies / born
Before you three.
How selfish of me.
You were the / only
Infants in the world.
No children
Calling from the hill before / you called.
Ash at the window
Pear tree by the road
These days –
It’s hard to rise or sleep.
I didn’t know that grief
Would settle on the / days,
At best like hunger’s
Pull to tend the body.
I didn’t know
You would continue / being dead
Relentlessly.
Redwood on the hill
Dogwood by the path
I can picture / your hands
Perfectly.
Your hands / so like your father’s hands.
Your writing / like his too.
In a dream the other night
We were riding in the car
And I sat / with you in back
And / sobbing / kissed your hands
Repeatedly.
Chestnut at your grave
Fir tree near the spring
Some people tell me grief
Will settle over / time
As all things do.
But I don’t even want
To move from where you are.
Being eaten by ants
Would also / not improve
The longer it went on.
Plum tree past the yard
Red maple by the rock
We have more herons
Than ever this / year.
They’re / raucous in the fir.
The clamor of the young
While they’re waiting to be fed
Is wild –
Like / resin castanets.
Come spring / what if I knew
You were looking / for a place to end your life?
Shock
Feeds you slowly,
Like birds.
Apple near the house
Cedar past your grave
On our last camping trip
We stopped along a cliff.
I was afraid to / watch you
Stand along the ramparts
Watch you / look over the edge.
I wanted you to
Sit back in the car.
I / should have known right then.
Green maple by the path
Sapling on the hill
I can hear the children / now.
They are calling from the hill,
And I / want them to survive.
When you were very small
You told me you / could hear
A silver sprite
And the trees when they screamed.
Bay tree by the porch
Quince along the street
When I first heard the word
Rune
I thought it meant ruin
I thought it meant
Altered by time.
But the word / means secret.
Fern-maple at the stairs
Holly by the hill
Oden could save
Anyone / from hanging.
He could save
Any person in a / tree.
He could arrange the runes
And the person would revive
And they could / walk & talk again.
Yew-tree past the hill
Hawthorn by the road
The last / glorious /morning /
I saw you / alive,
You said you / didn’t want
To hurt yourself / that day,
In / early spring.
And I think you answered me
Honestly.
What / if I had / asked
If you wanted to die?
Author’s Note
In April 2019, my youngest daughter, Wish, took her life at twenty-one. I’ve been disoriented by grief and time hasn’t moved in its usual way. But when I write to her, I feel like I can enter the space where the living and the dead can reach one another. I feel like she can hear me.
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