City That Ripens on the Tree of the World
for Ewa Lipska & for Kraków
The city of Kraków, where Davidson taught for a year as a Fulbright scholar, figures prominently in this collection. Strolling around Jordan Park, surrounded by the busts of esteemed Poles, including poets, the American poet experiences “history’s pulse,” perhaps without realizing that she herself wills that experience into being and is thus part of the commemoration. After all, she is, not unlike her heroine Mrs. Schmetterling, “Any century’s woman,” whose “imagination is / pressed like a tiny chestnut blossom between the pages.” But ironically, and victoriously, Davidson is also after mapping out “the enormity of space,” where one’s sense of belonging evaporates as much as it allows one to cling to “a possibility for more // than dissolution.” Indeed, this book is filled with poems that sing and cry, and while doing so they echo with “an ancient call” that keeps us company when we search for God, watch “cumulous clouds rising above a death camp,” or free the “soul’s wilderness” to spread “like milkweed / in the garden plot that no one owns.”
—Piotr Florczyk
In Kazimierz
Walking with head bowed,
the shadow of a butterfly on ground ivy,
the soul’s movement through this middle earth.
“Peony” © Tony Davidson
Winter Litany
Kraków, March, 2004
I stand on Wawel Hill
in early March and morning snow
falls in flocks
tiny paper cranes
descending blowing dissolving
one into another
on the cobblestone walk
an avalanche of light
I believe this must be
what death is
this alternate
shining and melting, shining and flying
Verse Daily, January 12, 2014
Wawel Castle, Kraków
Muzeum Archeologiczne w Krakówie
Wiśnowy Sad