How does one review a work of such magnitude and depth, written by a profoundly talented, yet deeply troubled poetic-prodigy of recent times? The Light the Dead See: Selected Poems by Frank Stanford is a work of staggering genius.
Published posthumously, Stanford's book of selected poems really showcases his range as an artist, as it collects poems he wrote throughout his brief lifetime. Most contemporary poets do not find their niche until late in life (i.e. John Ashbery, Mark Halladay, John Gallaher, etc.).
Stanford is an unorthodox exception.
He died from three, self-inflicted gunshot wounds just before his 30th birthday. But his natural mastery of poetry was never in question.
In The Light the Dead See, Stanford illustrates a bleak picture of life and portrays Death as a lingering friend and companion. When looking at his suicide, these poems seem to be an eerie foreshadowing of what was later to follow.
One of the poems that I feel best encompasses the recurring themes and motifs in his book is a poem the book is titled after "The Light the Dead See".
Throughout this poem, Death comes to life; he takes on this persona who provides a kind and gentle end to a troubled life.
A roar sucks them under
A roar sucks them under
The wheels of a darkness without pain.
Off in the distance
There is someone
Like a signalman swinging a lantern.
The light grows, a white flower.
It becomes very intense, like music.
They see the faces of those they loved,
The truly dead who speak kindly.