space. In Calendars this interest in the feminine manifests in an attention to the interpenetration of natural seasons and major life events. From "A Wedding on Earth" to "Belly," a poem to her unborn child, Finch infuses fresh feeling into occasional verse while embracing such poetry's domestic and communal function. "Elegy For My Father" most palpably invokes these themes as it portrays the poet's deceased father merging into the cosmic world: "Night, take his left hand, turning the pages. / Spin with his dry independence, his arms."
Finch's current writing still embraces a female voice but with a new spin. Her poems and essays invoke the sentimental poetry of minor American women writers as a critique of the traditional lyric and its emphasis upon originality and self-expression. Where most critics have dismissed this verse as conventional and artless, Finch tries to reinvent the poetess tradition as an avant-garde postmodern poetry that is as radical and interesting as other contemporary experimental schools.
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