
The Trees Witness Everything
A lover of strict form, best-selling poet Victoria Chang turns to compact Japanese waka, powerfully innovating on tradition while continuing her pursuit of one of life’s hardest questions: how to let go. In The Trees Witness Everything, Victoria Chang reinvigorates language by way of concentration, using constraint to illuminate and free the wild interior. Largely composed in various Japanese syllabic forms called “wakas,” each poem is shaped by pattern and count. This highly original work innovates inside the lineage of great poets including W.S. Merwin, whose poem titles are repurposed as frames and mirrors for the text, stitching past and present in complex dialogue. Chang depicts the smooth, melancholic isolation of the mind while reaching outward to name—with reverence, economy, and whimsy—the ache of wanting, the hawk and its shadow, our human urge to hide the minute beneath the light.
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azliana aziz@heartinidleness
the restraint and rigour on display is v v admirable. chang rocks

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Highlights

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UNDER THE DAY
Every day I laugh,
do you hear my mouth lifting?
I fold and unfold
my heart a hundred times each
day so that it doesn’t freeze.
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WORDS
I struck a bargain
with language. That I would not
abuse it or sell it, that
I would use it for
beauty. In exchange, I will
die, while words live forever.
Ahhh this one is so good

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THE SHORTEST NIGHT
And when I looked up,
the sky had also turned black
and I had aged a
hundred more feet down the road.
The owl was on the
next tree with mirrors as eyes,
in case I wanted
to see my future. When I
looked, I lost another year.

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WHEN YOU GO AWAY
I should have kept the ashes of her hands to see whether they could still be held.
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