Ann Fisher-Wirth
Listen to the voices within me
Though I love persona poems, I have not written
many of them. In my first book of poems, Blue
Window, "Dent de Broc" is a persona
poem spoken by characters both seen and invisible
in Brueghel's great painting "Hunters in
theSnow"-though its origin in the painting
would not be evident to a reader of the poem.
In my unpublished ew
manuscript Gift, "Variations on the Robber
Bridegroom" is a persona poem in five parts:
two sections are spoken by the maiden in the Grimm
fairy tale "The Robber Bridegroom, two sections
by Persephone from the ancient Greek myth, and
one section by a dream-laced version of my self.
But in a sense every poem I write is a persona
poem, for "Jeest un autre," "I
is an other," as the French poet Arthur
Rimbaud has remarked. All my life I have had a
double consciousness ; I have been aware of myself
as both the one who lives my life and the one
who beholds it. I am one form, in time, that existence
takes, and the beholder in me is keenly aware
of the provisional, temporary, and in a deep sense
illusory nature of this identity. For this reason
many of my poems are in second person, addressing
a "you" who is partly the reader, sometimes
partly an addressee within the poem, but always
also myself.
The most intense experience I have had as a writer
of something like persona poems occurred in the
sequence called "The Trinket Poems,"
which I wrote several years ago while acting the
part of Trinket Dugan, a love-starved, aging alcoholic
in a little-known one-act play by Tennessee Williams
called "The Mutilated." The experience
of playing Trinket was so devastating and exposed
so much of the longing that lies beneath my-or
anyone's-public façade that I would rush
home from rehearsal every day, turn on my computer,
and simply listen to the voices within me as another
poem flowed through me on to the screen. In these
poems, it became difficult to separate my identity
from Trinket's-because, of course, I was giving
her life onstage, opening myself to Tennessee
Williams's words and hence to her imaginary feelings
and experience. The poems ended the moment the
last performance of the play was over, and I knew
ahead of time that they would; I knew I had to
return to ordinary existence, but my grief at
abandoning Trinket to her life of shadows and
hunger was profound.
When I think of persona poems by other people,
the splendid dramatic monologues of Robert Browning
come immediately to mind, and my favorite dramatic
monologue of all, T. S. Eliot's "The Love
Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." Another favorite
is Louise Gluck's book The Wild Iris, in which
a human voice interweaves with poems spoken in
the voices of various flowers, and of God; it
is heartbreaking and very lovely. But examples
of good persona poems abound. Baudelaire is right
when he writes that the poet can go anywhere,
become anyone, experience everything he or she
can imagine and find words to express
Ann Fisher-Wirth is the author of two books of poems—Blue
Window (Archer Books, 2003) and Five Terraces (Wind
Publications, 2005)—and two chapbooks—The
Trinket Poems (Wind, 2003) and Walking Wu Wei’s
Scroll (online, Drunken Boat, 2005). She has won
a Malahat Review Long Poem Prize, the Rita Dove
Poetry Award, a Poetry Award from the Mississippi
Institute of Arts and Letters, and two Poetry Fellowships
from the Mississippi Arts Commission, and has received
six Pushcart nominations and, for 2007, a Pushcart
Special Mention. She teaches at the University of
Mississippi .
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