In The Blues of Heaven, Barbara Ras delivers her characteristic subjects with new daring that both rattles and beguiles. Here are poems of grief over her brother’s death; doors to an idiosyncratic working-class childhood among Polish immigrants; laments for nature and politics out of kilter. Ras portrays the climate crisis, guns out of control, the reckless injustice and ignorance of the United States government. At the same time, her poems nimbly focus on particulars—these facts, these consequences—bringing the wreckage of unfathomable harm home with immediacy and integrity. Though her subjects may be dire, Ras also weaves her wise humor throughout, moving deftly from sardonic to whimsical to create an expansive, ardent, and memorable book.Survival StrategiesTo dig for quahogs, to feel their edges like smilesand pull against their suck to toss them in a bucket.To feel the wind as a friend, to feel its current as luck.To ignore Capricorn and Cancer presuming to slice the globe.To know the lie in “names can never hurt you.”To be a gull breezing the blue, eating nothing but clouds.To measure your ties to the past by the strength of cobwebs.To haunt the widow’s walk, its twelve narrow windowseach the size of a child’s coffin.To watch the harbor where the Acushnet runs into Buzzards Baybefore it was named a Superfund site full of PCBs. To wonder if that water you swam summer after aimless summer could get you the way something got your brother, too fast, too soon.To bury or burn the whole family you were born toand talk to them only through the smoke of lettersyou torch at their graves. To see a snake with a ladybug on its backand still refuse to pray.
