Displacement
Harrison's astute if uneven debut stages a contest between memory and geography. On the one hand, she writes about retrospect, regret, elegy: my father gone into the long/ raveling of sidereal years was gone into coffin/ three days before someone remembered he had/ children somewhere. On the other hand, she cannot help imagining travel, new vistas, escapes: one such poem, Peace, asks us to cherish brief moments before dawn when you believe/ in other beds, lose possibilities,/ before you don your life like a B-movie/ unlovely and badly cut. A former photojournalist, Harrison thinks in panels, exposures, frames: her quiet free verse neither undercuts nor much enhances her concise symbols: You were the kite I used/ to learn to love the wind. Given her insistence on change and travel, Harrison's final section (poems about home and houses) can seem predictable. So can her efforts at descriptive epiphany: the sky like some/ porcelain cup/ crazed and limned. In her best moments, Harrison extends her poetic sympathies beyond herself—into the sunlight or the outlines of a new place, in a kite, in the rain or in the migrating monarch butterfly, bitter with the weedy milk/ and his endless, vacant nations.(July)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.