First Cities has been a companion for almost a year now. I began reading it in the early mornings, it lived on dinning table, then mantle for awhile. I would take it hiking to forget to read from it. Most of all I would read from it when I wanted most to be moving.
First Cities is the life of a poet. From early brilliance to more subtle motions, Hacker always finds unyielding rawness and delivers it with care... though now that I reflect on it, it may be the author's making of life as much as it is poetry I mean. Hacker brings her poetry into her life. She responds to letters, and invitations with poetry. She has conversations with poetry. It compelled me to make more of reading this collection.
There were a few pieces that stood out for me:
The Navigators,
The Terrible Children,
The Song of Liadan,
Catherine,
Return,
Lines Declining a Transatlantic Dinner Invitation,
Iva's Pantoum,
Iva's Birthday Poem,
July 19, 1979,
Canzone.