Idris Anderson
Idris Anderson earned a PhD in English from the University of South Carolina. Her first collection of poems, Mrs. Ramsay’s Knee, was selected by Harold Bloom for the May Swenson Poetry Award in 2008. She has also published poems in The Hudson Review, The Nation, The Ontario Review, The Paris Review, The Southern Review, and other journals. “A Correction” is part of a new collection of poems, Body’s Grace. Idris Anderson lives and teaches in the San Francisco Bay Area. (AGNI Online)
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I pert near froze my keister off reading this poem. I could imagine everything. It all felt black and white to me with the only color the red coat. I found the poem arresting.
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The Red Coat
It’s sleeting when we walk from the white church,
the ground frozen, the brown grass brittle.
I am somewhat back in the long black line of mourners,
behind my sisters, their husbands and children. I see it
all as it’s happening as though it’s not happening.
The roses on the polished oak of my father’s coffin
are sheeting with ice and I know the red coat
is too thin to keep my mother warm. She’s not shivering.
She walks across the breaking grass behind the coffin
slowly and with great dignity—without her oxygen tank,
her mouth open, a rose filled with snow.
She’s walking toward something silver and mechanical,
like a fence around the grave. There’s a canopy imprinted
with the logo of the funeral home, Herndon and Sons,
and four rows of white plastic chairs and the artificial grass.
A blue tarp covers a red clay pile of earth. We aren’t supposed
to notice these things. Bits of color in wool hats and scarves
and the red coat. My mother was determined to wear the red coat
which I’d bought for myself but gave to her because she loved it,
because it is the color that he loved on her,
because I could not bear her not having anything she loved.
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nonsmokingladybug said:
Very nice, Well done
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calensariel said:
I kind of saw it like a moving picture, like “Schindler’s List” and the little girl with the red coat.
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nonsmokingladybug said:
I saw canvas wall art, black/white with partial red coloring. The poem didn’t speak to me, but I thought it was nice.
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calensariel said:
I think I’m kibd of a deoends-on-the-day kind of person when it comes to the arts.
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Lori Carlson said:
Such an amazing poet.. that poem is absolutely riveting! Thanks for sharing her with us, Calen.
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calensariel said:
I looked at some of her other work last night. I may have to order one of her books.
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Opher said:
Wow! The emotion that poem communicates. It was so evocative, so nuanced.
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calensariel said:
Yes. From the poems of read of hers she has a gift for taking the ordinary and making it new. Her “Recollection of Tranquility” is about her husband cutting an onion — NOT to her satisfaction! 😀
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harulawordsthatserve said:
What a beautiful poem! Gave me shivers. The raw simplicity of that last line really moved me. Thanks for sharing 🙂 Harula x
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calensariel said:
I can see you know your way around a poem! I wish I had that kind of eye or whatever it takes. Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting. I hope to see you again!!!
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