"I Will Go There" -- Gillian Prew poem

I Will Go There


I feel the words of this poem down in my still-mourning bones. This is the kind of thing poetry can do: layer an eccentric beauty into the surface of sadness, while also opening a space for breath and dark wonder.

I'm not being hyperbolic when I say that this is an important poem. Such an unusual thing to encounter. It's got staying power. Not only is it genuine and composed with aesthetic depth, but it's also coherent, which I consider a form of hospitality toward the reader. Simply put, this poem is really on another level.