Domain of Perfect Affection

Becker builds solid, well-crafted poems out of everyday materials, therby capturing life as it is lived. For readers who like poetry that 'honors the poached fish and the beans,/...our communal selves sheared of the theoretical, this honest, plain-spoken collection is just the thing.

A deft painter of scenes and lives, Robin Becker follows a thread of comedy in the dark labyrinth of the family saga. We could call that thread compassion. We could call it wisdom. Becker is an aficionado of old and odd paintings, of summer and seashore, of friends, lovers, and autumn heat, of whatever may 'disappoint and delight.' She is a lover of life and language—stubborn as they come. Domain of Perfect Affection is a poet in her prime.

In Domain of Perfect Affection, Robin Becker has again written poetry that, in Wordsworth's phrase, 'is carried alive into the heart by passion.' She bears forth her father's wisdom, 'The most important thing: / to love your work,' and in poem after poem that love is obvious: 'How many words for glisten, sparkle, glister?' Yet her passion for language spells a deeper passion to 'inhabit / a place of such tenderness' where the poet might 'accept myself / for what I am—androgynous, sublime.' Line by line, these poems create such a place, a domain where celebrations 'of our communal selves, / sheared of the theoretical,' quicken our lives, endowing us with 'the dignity / of exile.' In poems of startling clarity and intensity, in poems of—yes!—androgynous sublimity, Robin Becker reveals herself to be one of our most generous and essential poets.

Robin Becker achieves what may be one of the early twenty first century's most difficult accomplishments—to write a credible poetry of affirmation. In the doing, she doesn't pretty up the world. Rather, she finds language that embraces our dualities, our many-selved presences, regularly demonstrating her kind of perfect affection: 'Come up for the lunch I made you, / O handy lover, with your retractable blade, / your small drill, your paint brushes bristling.'

Firmly about the business of living, about the information one must collect and process both to live from day to day and to instigate change. She creates calm and then upsets it, a stunning achievement for any poet.

Stunning: it reveals a poet whose age and experience have mellowed her subject and tightened her craft, but never dimintshed her intensity of both attention to detail and affirmation of the dark compassion it takes to 'accept myself / for what I am—androgynous, sublime.' Becker's poetry is always reaching toward the unsayable, demonstrating her deft abilities to write poetry that bears forth generous and 'homely affection.'