Books by Esther Phillips

This collection explores the fragile territory between remembering and forgetting, both as an individual experience and in the life of a society. If in the end all is subject to âEURœtimeâEUR(TM)s slow bleedâEUR?, these poems enact the capacity of the imagination âEURœto pass through ancient wallsâEUR? and to reorder failures long gone in time into more hopeful connections. Poems recreate those childhood moments when physical presences, such as the âEURœgreat houseâEUR? at Drax Hall provoke the âEURœbeginning of poetryâEUR?, the searching for what is âEURœhidden in the darkâEUR?, and thence to a grasp of the history that society would rather forget. For while forgetting is human, the collection also explores how amnesia can be cultivated in society as a means of hiding the sources of contemporary privilege and economic power. Poems such as âEURœCanvasâEUR? (about the images from English and American magazines that patch up the hangings in an old womanâEUR(TM)s âEURœtumbledown dwellingâEUR?) not only picture children âEURœtiptoe at the rim of the worldâEUR? but, without needing to say it, show those children as far more familiar with GarboâEUR(TM)s âEURœbright blue eyes/ and shiny red lipstickâEUR? than with the history and meaning of Drax Hall. If there are echoes of WalcottâEUR(TM)s poem where âEURœall in compassion endsâEUR?, Phillips is no less compassionate, but much readier to see âEURœHistoryâEUR(TM)s wound still bleeding / to its last dropâEUR? âEUR" a wound extending down to a powerful poem in memory of George Floyd. If the collection calls out âEURœSpeak, stones, bear witness!âEUR?, poems also pay tribute to those who in the rural village memorialised the lives of the unconsidered poor, who, like the village historian, Miss Lewis, speaks across the years into contemporary urban life âEURœto remind me who I amâEUR?. Esther PhillipsâEUR(TM) poems are always lucid and musical; they gain a rewarding complexity from being part of the collectionâEUR(TM)s careful architecture that offers a richly nuanced inner dialogue about the meaning of experience in time. Not least powerful in this conversation are the sequence of poems about Barbadian childhoods, poems of grace, humour and insight. When Barbados chose Esther Phillips as its first poet laureate it knew what it was doing: electing a poet who could speak truth, who could challenge and console her nation âEUR" and all of us.

"Esther Philips describes When Ground Doves Fly as being 'a heeding of an inner voice whose whisperings and resonances echo the heart-cries and triumphs of so many other women'. The poems are presented here with an astonishing blend of simplicity and depth that will lift the reader from their mundane plane of existence and take them soaring to a higher level of awareness. "