January 9, 2023

Naomi Replansky, In Memory

Naomi Replansky     Photo credit: Robert Giard.

Naomi Replansky passed away January 7, 2023,
but her works live on. We will be posting further material as time goes by. In the meantime, please enjoy the samplings of her poetry on this site, and follow the links to hear her reading her own works. 

“Someone like Naomi turns up in one’s life so rarely. She was full of wisdom and kindness that she never showed off. It just glowed from her.” Lynne Sharon Schwartz (January 9, 2023).

"Replansky, born and raised in New York City, settled in L.A. in the '50s and studied at UCLA; she may have written in the provinces, but her work makes clear she was a poet of the world. No other North American poet I've read has been able to incorporate the fire and brilliance of Latin American surrealism in original work of such startling authority. And a lot of us have tried." Philip Levine, review of Poets of the Non-Existent City (L.A. Times Book Review, March 23, 2003).

"These are the poems of a careful poet. Not one who wants to protect herself, but one who is very stern, I think, about honesty. This makes the poems enclosed and hard (not “difficult” but solid, like a nut or a small stone). Not much here about up days and down days, objects beautifully noticed or the ecstasies of the sensory world.... I feel in these poems that Naomi, when she writes, does not look within and say, 'What do I feel?' but rather something like, 'What is the world feeling inside me?' The poems are sometimes political in the way that Blake’s London poems are: a shaft of light falls between dense buildings and the spirit, not “sociology,” is illumined." —Patricia Hampl in The Lamp in the Spine, 1970s.

Naomi Replansky, Poet of Hopeful Struggle, Dies at 104: "Her verse examined social history through individual lives, including her own, in which she later found love. Yet for all the admiration she inspired, she was unheralded." —Margalit Fox, New York Times 1/9/23.

Naomi is survived by her partner, Eva Kollisch, Eva's son and family, and four nieces and nephews and families.

For reprint rights to Naomi Replansky's poems, please contact David Godine Publishing.

 

January 8, 2023

Naomi Replansky c. 1940s

  

The Journey Here

One night when it was midnight in the bed
I turned my head and said:

This red thread of error looped around my wrist
Leads far away,
I cannot now untwist
Myself antagonist
From childhood stampings, from streets fierce in play.

I stumbled through the thicket of the law,
I wrestled, losing, with a man of straw,
I reared at shadows and I walked on cloud.
And from the fugitive I took
The many-colored cloak
And wore it somberly, as though a shroud.
I loved when sure of loss
Then stood and cursed my loss
And swore myself star-crossed.
And though I found a word, though at my breast
I warmed a word, I still was like the bird
That broods the offspring of another's nest.

I was, I did, but I will let it be.
Tonight I must hold dear
Whatever brought me here.
These days of mine that ran in anarchy
From this rare midnight seem
Single with purpose, seem
The slow unfolding of a single theme
That led
Most gently to this midnight and this bed.

©1945 Naomi Replansky

January 6, 2023

Modern Sorcery by Naomi Replansky

"Fish in Crystal Waters" (detail) ©1994 Diane Puntenney


Modern Sorcery

 

One shining drop of hate distilled

Can go diffusing endlessly

To poison you and poison me

And all the fish in all the sea.



Written in the 1950s

©Naomi Replansky

In Collected Works, Black Sparrow Press, (2012), p. 119.