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Owens, Elisabeth, R. (ed.) / Encore: more of parallel press poets
(2006)

Hilles, Rick
All Souls' Eve,   p. 37


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All Souls' Eve 
     Polish Military Cemetery, Krakow 
Dusk and so many flowers, lit votives, mourners 
who come leaning leggy baguettes on headstones 
with vodka shots, steaming containers of soup- 
some open their gifts directly on the graves. 
One woman, a friend, upends the local pilsner, 
her dead man's pleasure, and the piss-steam 
hisses a hillside specter. I'm here but somewhere 
else: my mind, racing, moves at the speed of dreams. 
The woman's son climbs from my shoulders 
and sprints the length of cobbled graveyard wall 
toward some inscrutable fury, becoming all voice 
-like the white-bearded cantor on Rosh Hashanah 
who for one vast moment arrived at a resonance 
I could almost taste 
as it held us alive and at the brink of shattering. 
Rick Hilles 
[forthcoming in Nimroal 
Poet's Statement 
I lived in a Jesuit monastery in the medieval city Krak6w, Poland for two
seasons- 
summer and fall-at the beginning of this century, and so much from that time
is still 
vibrantly alive to me: traffic sounds, shadows, the raspberry-stained hands
of street ven- 
dors holding their wares-here an orange, there a fat ripe peach!-so many
scents 
stinging the air. There was a sense of hauntedness I felt there, almost all
the time-in 
streets broadened to accommodate Hitler's tanks-and especially in the silences
of the 
old Jewish ghetto, the Kazimierz. On Rosh Hashanah I attended services at
the Remuh 
Synagogue, built in the tenth century. I'm told it is the oldest temple still
functioning in 
Eastern Europe. When I heard the cantor's ancient melodies taking flight
in that context 
for the first time, I felt that the centuries had been compressed. 
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