The Rose

Fury is very lustful A body concealing its heart’s desire Has a certain texture A tang or an edge if you will That the openhearted cannot match & when exactly does the deceitful Heart open? At climax. —from ‘The Hanged Man’ The force that drives The Rose is volcanic desire – and its self-imposed restriction. Digging deep into the ironies and raptures of true ‘Romance’, award-winning poet Ariana Reines measures the real thing against the love (or should we say sex) that poetry has always depended on. She plunges into feminine archetypes to explore masculine pain: ‘I have always liked helpless / & terrible men because they break my mind.’ In these poems, inherited ideologies of gender performance are replaced with bold vulnerability: paradoxes of power and surrender transmute the speaker’s understanding of suffering, desire, and the soul. The voice in The Rose is wry and bare, approaching the connection between erotic love and spirituality with humour. Investigating war, maternity, violent sensuality, and the role of language in magical acts, Reines is unafraid to uncover the ‘secret / & terrible shovelings / Of love,’ and the result is a bloody and pulsing, sexy and unabashed bloom.