The Joy of Carol Smallwood's Compartments: Poems on Nature, Femininity and Other Realms
Aline Soules
In our modern world and complex lives, we live
in "compartments"-home, school, town, nature-the kind of compartments
and realms Carol Smallwood explores, giving us what we know and questioning
what we don't. "The Morning
Warbler" may be seen "if one walks the bogs," she writes,
"but does it sing in the morning?"
What do we really know? Smallwood
raises questions even as she leads us into a consideration of our own world
with a direct, matter-of-fact approach.
"Why Do Women Ask First
about their children / when meeting other / women?" or "After a / hysterectomy did they
package your remains in a / paper sack like the gizzard, heart, liver, neck, /
inside a roasting chicken?
Everything is delightfully jumbled, but
beautifully detailed. "The Sewing
Box," just like Smallwood's compartments, is filled with its own
sub-compartments-thread bag, needle assortment, tray, and others-each, in turn,
filled with its own details, whether a "myriad of spools,"
"potholder loops," or "a ring of white crocheted
pineapples." She ties these objects
together in the poem and also from poem to poem. For example, she sews the ring of pineapples
on a "new J. C. Penney's case"; later, in the "Town"
section, she gives us a poem called "J. C. Penney litany" with its
"Flannel, Poplin, Wool, Cotton, Chambray, Chamois, Corduroy,
Micro-suede" shirts and its "Amber, Indigo, Basil, Blue Abyss,
Oatmeal, Olive, Espresso, Mushroom" colors, all in the "men's
section" with "not a man in sight."
The joy of these compartments is that they are
all linked: the women's objects from
"The Sewing Box" and the array in the men's section of the "J.C.
Penney Litany"; the ants and spiders from the "Nature" section
and the "Black Holes" from the "Science" section; and the
questions that range through the book from "What'd happened to the Chinese
damask / robe Nicolet had worn greeting the Winnebago's at Green Bay?" to
all the answers the poet would "like to know"--"why snow's
white" or "Why we know more of / the surface of the / Moon than
ourselves."
Everything builds on her prologue-how we live
between "the highest mountain / and the deepest ocean" and how we are
all these compartments rolled into one.
In this collection, the reader can experience a journey through our
shared world, a journey beautifully guided by this skilled and generous poet.
Compartments: Poems on Nature, Femininity and Other Realms By Carol Smallwood
Anaphora Literary Press, 2011
ISBN: 978-1-937-53600-8