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Without Angels – Marjorie Stelmach

Marjorie Stelmach Without Angels Front cover

Poetry. Paper, Perfect Bound. 85 pages
2014, ISBN: 978-1-936419-37-1 $15.95 plus S&H

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The poems in Without Angels watch the world for evidence that the angelic orders—once positioned just above humankind in the Great Chain of Being—maintain a presence among us still. Angels move through these poems in both ancient and contemporary dress, some attested to by witnesses who offer a halting testimony, some speaking for themselves, others woven so subtly into the fabric of the world as to go unnoticed.

In Part I, two angels play at Chutes and Ladders; a crated marble angel contemplates her fate in the courtyard of a cathedral; a single-winged angel hitchhikes a desert highway near the base where the first atomic bombs were assembled; an imprisoned angel undergoes interrogation and torture. Although their purpose remains unclear, these angels seem to study us, to wish to understand and care for us, although in “Our Better Angels,” one of their kind concludes that “it may be impossible to love you.” As for us, if we yearn for something akin to, yet larger than ourselves, we also yearn for proof; in “Traits of the Angels” we’re told it is only a myth that “you can read them in the dark.”

In Part II, specific angels pursue specific missions: an angel delivers a message to Lot or conducts the corpse of Adam to a final rest; a guardian angel out of childhood’s lost faith intervenes to prevent a suicide; art historical angels appear in paintings and sculpture gardens. Recent incarnations, too, are represented: flight attendant angels, angel fish, angels of the missing outside the funeral home. In one poem, all that remains of the angels are cocoons left hanging in the branches of trees. Even in a poem filled with our culture’s substitutes for the angels—light houses, sonar, satellites—wing-shaped stanzas suggest the angels have not left us entirely on our own.

Perhaps if we kept a closer watch? Spade-foot toads, after all, are everywhere hidden on the floor of Death Valley. If toads, then angels? Perhaps not. But mightn’t it be best to tread softly, aware “of what a mis-step among them might cost us”?


Without Angels by Marjorie Stelmach reviewed in Image Journal
Without Angels by Marjorie Stelmach recommended by Seminary Ridge Review


Praise for Marjorie Stelmach’s work:
Marjorie Stelmach’s Without Angels is extraordinary. Original. Her metaphysical imagination stirs and inspires. She combines physics and theology in ways that make sense within both frames of reference. Her lines are beautiful visually and aurally. I am stunned. This is a book to read and read again, then again. She deserves prizes. All the prizes.
— Kelly Cherry, author of The Life and Death of Poetry: Poems

I have no words adequate to my astonishment at the poetry of Marjorie Stelmach, and wonder (not for the first time) why our finest poets are not always the best known. Hers is a wisdom scripture for the 21st Century, a ravishing glimpse of our better angels as they depart, a brilliance of language that makes even the gathering dust of our days incandescent.
— Eleanor Wilner


“This knocked the breath out of me. Every page about angels, and every page a new illumination. “The Angel Under Interrogation” is one of the great poems of our decade, if you can imagine angels at Abu Grab (sic), you can imagine anything. May the Angels award every prize on this miraculous book.” Washington Independent Review of Books


Our Better Angels

Returning,
we take the old precautions:
avoid wearing white on white,
         remember in the pubs
     to rise to no one’s bait,
betray no recognition
of the sooty gargoyles
lolling above
     in their bat suits
         and tongues.
Despite our loyalties,
we toss like you
on feather pillows.
         On the underground
     we evade the gaze
of those, transparently mad,
who have boarded with us
and are speaking
     to God.

At least it’s peacetime.
Even so,
there’s October to weather.
         By moonrise,
   the lost ones
who huddle under bridges
will have burned the last
of the day’s trash;
     some won’t survive
         the night, and we
must learn again
how to bear it.
High on stone cornices,
         gargoyles
     sharpen icicles
on the pitiless winds,
while below in the shops
children
     are trying on bones.

As November lengthens,
it’s hard to remember
our mission.
         We’re so overdue for joy,
     we hook up with strangers,
unfolding our shivering souls
beneath down comforters
that lie
     as lightly as kin
         on our bodies.
In our reckless need, we neglect
to hide our celestial flesh,
let slip our flawlessness, allow
         our wings. By Advent,
     we remember the reason
we left in the first place.
It wasn’t the wars, the callousness,
the cold. It may be
     impossible to love you.

About Marjorie Stelmach
Marjorie Stelmach is the author of three previous volumes of poems: Night Drawings (awarded the 1994 Marianne Moore Prize), A History of Disappearance, and Bent upon Light (University of Tampa Press). Groups of her poems received the first Missouri Biennial Award and the first Chelsea Award; her awards include the Malahat Review Long Poem Contest and the Stanley Hanks Memorial Prize. A high school English teacher for 30 years, she has also served as visiting poet at the University of Missouri, St. Louis, and, most recently, as the director of the Howard Nemerov Writing Scholars Program at Washington University. Recent work has appeared in The Baltimore Review, Boulevard, The Cincinnati Review, Image, Kenyon Review Online, Prairie Schooner, River Styx, & Tampa Review.