Why I Chose Erika Meitner’s Copia for The Rumpus Poetry Book Club

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Because this book is written with the attentive eye of an unrequited lover, who repeats and repeats and repeats even the most unlikely manifestations of the beloved’s beauty—vacant retail space, a shopping cart, a lost plastic yellow shovel, a coiled terrycloth turban, an abandoned Packard Plant, “the plastic kerchief my grandmother would wear over her wig and tie under her chin on days it rained,” the Walmart parking lot, and Krylon paint—the catalogs in Copia overflow with ardor and longing.
Because many of the poems’ lines are so long, the book’s width had to be expanded to accommodate their breadth. Meitner’s capacious poems could not be contained on a standard page.
Because she seems to question the ability of the lineated poem to hold all her poems must contain, she often eschews line breaks entirely and goes for clean prose blocks. These look like high rises or shipping containers or big box stores.
Sometimes she’s playful and jagged and frenetic on the page because that’s how life looks sometimes, and Copia is about life as it is lived here and now, where “the world / we expect is hewn from wood, is maybe two lanes wide, / has readily identifiable produce, and the one we’ve got has jackknifed itself / on the side of the interstate and keeps skidding.”

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Because there are “whole vanished towns that exist now / only in books,” because “The people who sang to their children in Yiddish and worked in Yiddish / and made love in Yiddish are nearly gone,” because the Packard plant has been gone over half a century—the jobs it promised: gone—and because “whole neighborhoods / fade away like that,” Meitner has “pried open [her] pages” to write a book “in which we are all in limbo.”
Because so many of these poems are about a city (Detroit) and a country (America) and a time (now) and a dream (“This is the single greatest story of American success”), there are babies in these poems alongside the bleakness. The babies are growing and will need to be fed, and their mothers can find food and tube socks at Walmart.
“We will remain the same: abundant and impossible to fill,” she writes. “Everything beautiful is not far away,” she writes. These things she writes are just what they are: mundane and miraculous. Like Niagara Falls, which, one poem reminds us, is bleak and also one of the wonders of the world.
Because there is hope amidst the dissolution, because one is called “Interrobang” (an exclamation inside a question), because they remind us that “objects around us are not strangers,” because they remind us that “mercy has a human heart,” the poems in Copia are poems we need right now.

Camille T. Dungy is the author of the essay collection Guidebook to Relative Strangers: Journeys into Race, Motherhood, and History (W. W. Norton, 2017), a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award, and four collections of poetry, most recently Trophic Cascade (Wesleyan UP, 2017). She edited Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American Nature Poetry (UGA, 2009), co-edited the From the Fishouse poetry anthology (Persea, 2009), and served as assistant editor on Gathering Ground: Celebrating Cave Canem's First Decade (University of Michigan Press, 2006). She is the poetry editor for Orion magazine. Dungy's work has appeared in Best American Poetry, 100 Best African American Poems, Best American Essays, Best American Travel Essays, the Pushcart Anthology and more than 30 other anthologies, plus dozens of print and online venues including Poetry, American Poetry Review, VQR, Literary Hub, Paris Review, and Poets.org. Her honors include a Guggenheim Fellowship, an American Book Award, a Colorado Book Award, two Northern California Book Awards, two NAACP Image Award Nominations, and fellowships from the NEA in both poetry and prose. She lives in Colorado with her husband and daughter (and down the street from her parents, who followed her this time around). Dungy is a University Distinguished Professor at Colorado State University. More from this author →