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“This secret breath<strong>in</strong>g”: The Poetry of Dom Gabrielli<br />
Book review<br />
By Imene Bennani<br />
In his latest collection, Here is <strong>the</strong> Desert, Dom Gabrielli offers a desert of rays <strong>and</strong> roses to his readers as much as to<br />
himself. The book is a ceaseless w<strong>and</strong>er<strong>in</strong>g through dunes, visions <strong>and</strong> recollections <strong>in</strong> search for <strong>the</strong> “deep w<strong>in</strong>dy<br />
unknown”. Light <strong>and</strong> translucent, <strong>the</strong> poems proceed with grace <strong>and</strong> delicacy; e<strong>the</strong>real, <strong>the</strong>y take <strong>the</strong> reader on a<br />
magic carpet to a wondrous world where all <strong>the</strong> senses are engaged.<br />
The approach to <strong>the</strong> desert should be flawless, <strong>the</strong> appreciation complete. While eyes can relish <strong>in</strong> “yellow swarms”<br />
<strong>and</strong> “emerald palms”, <strong>and</strong> get hooked on “<strong>the</strong> bleed<strong>in</strong>g eye of dawn”, ears are “attracted by <strong>the</strong> subtle founta<strong>in</strong>’s<br />
tickle” <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> s<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g of <strong>the</strong> “frog of dawn”. Enchanted by “<strong>the</strong> song of <strong>the</strong> beloved”, <strong>the</strong>y rema<strong>in</strong> attentive “to <strong>the</strong> late<br />
sk<strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong> you/to <strong>the</strong> almond dance”.<br />
A plethora of tastes <strong>and</strong> scents render this <strong>in</strong>take partially madden<strong>in</strong>g: <strong>from</strong> “salted kiss” <strong>and</strong> “perfumes sweetly m<strong>in</strong>ted”<br />
to “unknown sugars” <strong>and</strong> “cum<strong>in</strong> w<strong>in</strong>ds” that “simmered” on “<strong>the</strong> parched tongue of my tast<strong>in</strong>g”. Even touch<strong>in</strong>g ancient<br />
riverbeds <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir “salts” becomes a sacred rite meant to “ano<strong>in</strong>t <strong>the</strong> banks of <strong>the</strong>ir absences”.<br />
This plung<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> desert with all senses expectedly <strong>in</strong>vites <strong>the</strong> erotic:<br />
“can I hold it<br />
This aroma of you<br />
Burn<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> steamy m<strong>in</strong>t<br />
This erotic cloud of brown breath”<br />
Like Ondaatje’s Almásy, <strong>the</strong> poet not only values sensuality but also venerates <strong>the</strong> desert of desire <strong>and</strong> climax:<br />
The night<br />
is full of donkeys<br />
scream<strong>in</strong>g sex<br />
at <strong>the</strong> stars.<br />
Night <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> desert is not only about <strong>in</strong>timacy <strong>and</strong> romance but also pa<strong>in</strong> <strong>and</strong> loss:<br />
Lost <strong>the</strong> night<br />
I descended <strong>the</strong>re<br />
Into <strong>the</strong> lost loves<br />
My tears silent pools<br />
For <strong>the</strong> cynical diver<br />
At once one <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
The pa<strong>in</strong> of sunsets pull<strong>in</strong>g<br />
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