Poet's Choice
"Glory be to God for dappled things," writes Gerard Manley Hopkins in his poem "Pied Beauty," and "Love has pitched his mansion in/The place of excrement," says William Butler Yeats's character in "Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop." Cate Marvin begins her exhilarating, fierce new book with a poem in that tradition of embracing the foul with the fair. Like her predecessors, Marvin exults in a powerful music of tumbling consonants and linked sounds:
LOVE THE CONTAGION
Quest the contagion, funnel much muck
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through your hands upraised and cupped,
pour river-brack down your throat, pick
your scabs with loving glee. Love your
master of pestilence, conqueror of white
clothes: mud prints, paw prints, germs
not even the physician knows. Eat through
a muskrat's lair, divine the grub's slumber
beneath rotting leaves, take the lot, crush
it in your bare hands. Look at the moon
for its holes, narrow your eye at its skin


