Day of the Child: A Poem

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From Arra Lynn Ross, a tender, generous, and generative extended poem centered on the experience of parenthood.

What is learned Ill return for my son; / at school, at three thirty-eight, bells will ring & run / days over years. Using unpredictable syllabics, rhyme, and syntax,Day of the Childcaptures the sensation of altered time that accompanies a childs growth. Seasons come and go. A schoolboy becomes a dreaming infant becomes a five-year-old exploring metaphor for the first time becomes an ultrasound image, a frieze on screen. A mother cycles through her own often dissonant identities: soother, watcher, blame-taker. And both mother and child assume another, significant role: artistic collaborators.

ForDay of the Childis a poem co-created by child and mother, offering a space in which eachs stories, thoughts, wordsunbound / by Time & times delineationstangle together. In which apartnessOh indivisible divisible, the presence of another heart beating inside the mothers own bodyis continually negotiated. And in which the mother considers her place as intermediary between the child and the world: her protection, her complicity, her joy. Its octave pairs ebb and flow, expand and contract, producing a portrait of raising another human as refracted as it is circular, just as a river breaks into many suns, the sun. For, as the child asserts, love is a circl[e] round /as a Ball.

Challenging the notion that parenthood is not itself a poetic endeavor,Day of the Childmakes of childrearing a refrain I reframed each day with new words.

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Praise for Day of the Child

Dreamy . . . shimmering . . . In considering how to talk with her child about current events, Ross writes My job to transform, now, / this narrative, allow compassion's vow. It's a heavy responsibility along with her other roles: soother, watcher, blame-taker. As Ross generously lets readers peek into scenes of her and her son writing poems, watching a young buck, or drawing joy's map, she adds another role: wonder-sharer.Elizabeth Hoover, Minneapolis Star Tribune

Arra Lynn RosssDay of the Childchroniclesthe seams of Months. Years. Minutes. in the ultimate love story, itsenchantments, fusionsand refusalsretooling language with syntactical rigor, taut syncopation, and the keenest perceptions. The poets ear and eye are meticulous, resolute,andvirtuosic, lacing the taxonomy of parenthood against the inexorable urge forthe selfinto fabled psalms that embody the personal and universal, liminal and mundane. But a heart! Inside. Of mine not / mine by my bodys lambent knowledge wrought / your blood pump hustled / and sang O indivisible divisible, Rosswrites, offeringrevelatory glimpses of, through the fracturing of light, a most primal, tenacious love.Su Hwang

Uphold heavenhumble & hurting, hererapt, Arra Lynn Ross writes early on inDay of the Child. This pristine line opens like a fan and radiates through the entire collectionit bears the dazzling solace and resolve to be with and bear it. Rosss fervent and riveted eye threads the needle, piercing us, tripped of facades, gods and a finger, wet, running the wine glasses / rims for waters pitch: listen. In fact, each poem imprints a new way to listen, a new way to hone the listening so that rapt becomes a diurnal conduit. In a series of phrasal movements, the days accretion gathers tenfold to make childhood, which builds to encompass more time and deeper lineage. But there is nothing without the day and for the day to accrue we must know the choral minutes that grow in its interior. Tranche by tranche, Arra Lynn Ross makes a diurnal map, each one articulated, held and here."Asiya Wadud

What good luck to encounter the work of a poet of such recognizable gifts, a poet whose syntax is a music all its own, whose imagery is both tenderness and insight, whose narrative skill creates a world both its own and ours. Arra Lynn Ross has made for us a book-long poetics of parenthood: a lyric meditation where the mysterium of time is sang for all to see. Open this book on any page and watch how a mother stands between the outside world and her child, making a lullaby for any age that both protects and reveals. Here language itself becomes the act of parenthood. What a book!Ilya Kaminsky

Imagine if Anne Bradstreet had written her ownHomage.Imagine what might happen if a poeta woman, a mother, a teacherwere to swim through the dictionaries and grammars of her linguistic upbringing, only to surface, miraculously, on the far shore of her own life, speaking a syntax reformed to the particularities of her own seeing-sensing Being. Imagine a meticulous reckoning-up of the days and hours, tedious and miraculous, of a mother and a childa reminder of what an homage can be brought toserve and show.

This is what Arra Ross offers us in her new collection.Day of the Childis an embodiment of a poetic tradition internalized and reinvented: Ross's music, meter, patterns of sound, and syntax may suggest Hopkins and cummings and Berryman, but they display a precision, an attention, and a skill that are their maker's own. Like a stone that, broken, reveals the mystery of a geode's brilliant facets,Day of the Childis a revelation of the complex and often beautiful experiences of being-mother, of mothering, and of being-child.

Arra Ross has madethe verbs for intricate needlework would be appropriate herea portrait of and in time that is painstaking in its accounting and recounting of the totally ordinary, totally precious facts of daily life.ireann Lorsung

Praise for Seedlip and Sweet Apple

Situated between glossary and glossolalia, word and vision, the communal act of language and the singularity of inspiration, Seedlip and Sweet Apple reaffirms the tradition of American visionaries, even while reshaping that tradition into an innovative and dynamic lyric. Arra Lynn Ross raises the roof with her convocation of tongues. A pioneering collection of poems.D. A. Powell

A creative and compelling rendering of a strange and charismatic leader. Arra Lynn Rosss poems catch the dangers and the challenges of this woman who heard Gods whisperings, lost four children to early deaths, journeyed to the New World in 1744, used her body with others to warm a room with dance, and rejoiced in the sight of a deer or the pleasures of watching rosehip tea steaming in the sun.Spirituality & Practice

A work powerful in voice and craft . . . If you care about the value of our national literature, Seedlip and Sweet Apple is well worth the investment.Feminist Review

Seedlip and Sweet Apple marks the birth of a star. Radical and transgressive young poet and writer Arra Lynn Ross has made a miraculous text of narrative and speech fragments . . . to raise up Mother Ann Lee, founder of the Shakers, her ecstatic voice, energy, and vision. If, as Yeats promised, soul clap its hands and sing, here she is, on the page, in the ear: Ann Lee in the historical world, harmed and holy, brave, alive and in community, a woman sowing seeds at the break of day.Hilda Raz

Arra Lynn Rosss powerful collection inevitably recalls Robert Peterss The Gift to Be Simple and she is no less penetrating of Mother Anns psyche. But whereas Peterss stubby-lined, intense, physical style kindled fire, Rosss longer lines, occasional prose poems and narrative episodes, documentary interjections, and employment of voices other than Anns feel broader, cooler, more rested in the Lord, at last.Booklist

Author Bio

Arra Lynn Ross is the author of Day of the Child and Seedlip and Sweet Apple. She is a poet, essayist, and puppet worker whose work has appeared in Passages North, Fourth Genre, River Teeth, Denver Quarterly, Poetry Northwest, Prairie Schooner, Birmingham Poetry Review, Antioch Review, and the Iowa Review. She lives in Michigan.