Toward Freedom Review by Alyce Wilson |
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These lines from "Amsterdam City" could just as easily describe the collection "Toward Freedom" by Godfrey Green. Slow-moving, rolling, well curtained with flowers. It is not that the details suffusing his poems are not precise. They simply weigh the poems down. Take, for example, these opening lines from "One Night in the Upper Righthand Corner:"
What of this -- the orange crescent, the mahogany, the gaudy posters, the bottles, the drinkers, the smoke -- is supposed to draw attention? Where is the poem leading? The next lines continue to be unclear:
Yet more accumulation of details. And then, we finally reach:
Here, I would suggest, is where the poem ultimately begins. Here is what, I believe, Green really wanted us to notice. And most significantly, it is where the music begins. Green has many such transcendental moments. But the one poem where he trusts his instincts enough to skip the preamble is "The Pond," which begins appropriately:
Here, in the water, the poem is freed:
Green should listen to this voice more often, should free himself from the cumbersome accumulation of detail. He should plunge in, unbounded, toward freedom.
University Editions Inc.;
ISBN: 1560028467
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