Winner of the The Poets’ Prize (1990)
Yet, these are ultimately poems of survival. Jarman explores the redemptive power of the imagination and the ways in which we transform experience into stories we tell about our lives. His characters vividly express the will to cling to existence and understand it as they pursue the meaning of family, home, identity, and love. Invented memories resurrect a forgotten past, opening doors of possibility and adding a strange richness to everyday life. “Flowers of the flesh,/ Hung on the cliffs to watch and be watched./ Don’t let me see reproach, don’t let me see it,/ In your eyes. Let me be the only one/ Who knows and tells you.”
