Alien Matter: Selected Poems.
Spuyten Duyvil, 104 pages, $10
Regina Derieva is one of the outstanding writers of the contemporary Russian diaspora. Her books have already appeared in English, Swedish, Italian, and French. Her brilliant translations of Czeslaw Milosz, Thomas Merton, Les Murray, and other celebrated poets contribute to her high poetic reputation. Last but not least, she is a profound essayist.
For all that, she has paid a high price. The words of Eugenio Montale, Its not possible to exaggerate, taken by Derieva as an epigraph for her poem At the Intersection, would be an appropriate motto for her biography as well. For twenty-six years, she lived in Karaganda, perhaps the most dismal corner of the former Soviet Uniononce the center of a vast prison camp universe, later just a gloomy industrial city. Having acquainted herself with Soviet mores better than anyone could wish to, she managed to emigrate. Her experience in Israel and Sweden was, in many respects, no less taxing. It intensified the sense of existential exile that has become her trademark.
This new book of Derievas poetry in translation presents only a sampling of her extensive work, which consists of at least twenty collections. Still, it is a gift for every connoisseur of poetry. The main tonality of her writing manages to combine extreme tension and minimalist technique. Derievas poems are, as a rule, concise, built on distant associations; she frequentlyand successfullyemploys a characteristic Russian device, namely the interplay of literary subtexts which serve as passwords for the initiated.
Derieva is, first and foremost, a Christian poet, a worthy heir to the long line of metaphysical poets, be they English, French, or Russian. Without inflated rhetoric or didacticism, her poems reach the very core of the Christian experiencea serious and fearless attitude towards life, suffering, and death. The imagery and syntax of the Gospels and the Prophets is, for her, a natural elementjust as apocalyptic presentiments and mystical hope form the axis of her world outlook. She perceives atheism as a foreign language. Still, the religious vocabulary in Derievas writing is often juxtaposed with everyday slang and the intonations of prisoners songs. This is particularly true of her early poems which might be described as a metaphysics of the totalitarian world, with their constant symbolism of walls, barbed wire, lead poisoning, and torture. They describe a region where war is forever going on. The poetic word (and the divine Word) in this inferno annoys the powers that be because it lives. One discerns here an echo of Akhmatovas Requiem and of Brodskys poetry. Looking for her kin, a reader may also think of Eliot.
Among Derievas poems written in freedoms air, that is, in exile, Winter Lectures for Terrorists mercilessly destroys our habitual mythologies (without losing the Biblical and Christian perspective). The Last Island, a polyphonic work which incorporates the authors Swedish experience, is also particularly striking. As before, poesis docta coexists there with an enviable sincerity and spontaneity. But Derievas later poetry strives for the inexpressible (writing white on white) even more strongly. The dialectic of despair and hope, of nothingness and everything, finds its embodiment in paradoxical statements which give a poetic dimension to ancient theological dilemmas. For the new place where she livesto be precise, for her new poeticsDerieva has found an unforgettable formula: It is a place where God is not a fact, but where the only fact is man standing before God.
Regina Derieva is a master of two equally difficult poetic techniquesthe traditional rhymed Russian verse (though her rhymes are often inexact, and words are sometimes broken at the end of the line), and vers libre. Not all of her seven translators in this volume attempt to reproduce this. Some of them were also at a loss when faced with Derievas multifaceted vocabulary. Still, the book successfully brings English speakers nearer to a powerful poet who always strives upward, on lines of verse, and who has justly said about herself: If someone has forgotten what darkness is Ill remind them, becoming a heavenly body.