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

World Literature Today

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