The Farewell Suites

Andrew Lansdown

Cascade Books
An Imprint of Wipf and Stock Publishers
(Eugene, Oregon, USA), 2024

Paperback & Hardback, 112 pages

Paperback ISBN: 9798385223909
Hardcover ISBN: 9798385223916
eBook ISBN: 9798385223923

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The Farewell Suites is a collection of poems dealing with death and grief and arranged in sets focused on different member of the poet’s family—a brother who committed suicide, a child who died before birth, a father who slipped into delirium as he slipped out of life. These finely crafted poems capture the movements of the heart and are stunning tributes to love, patience, acceptance and forgiveness. Though focused on the poet’s own loved ones, the poems speak of and to the hearts of all readers, expressing our shared anxieties and sorrows at the pass of those we love. The collection as a whole is deeply comforting, being shot through with both human warmth and heavenly hope. Indeed, Lansdown’s farewells anticipate reunion, when at last our mortality is overwhelmed by immortality.

Andrew Lansdown might be our finest living poet. Consider these features of his work: Its abundance, with sixteen published collections. Its unfailing clarity, without an obscure line anywhere. Its patent sincerity, with the poet never shielding his own heart. Its intellectual integrity, for no body of work has been more resistant to the cant of the times. … Its equally flawless perception of human relations, whether joyous or anguished. And through it all a blend of moral gravity, lightness of touch and tender compassion, so there’s always a saving grace at hand.
—PETER KOCAN, poet and novelist

It is immensely soul-satisfying to read Andrew Lansdown’s personal confessional poems on the deaths of five of his close family members. Lansdown brings an acute sensibility into one of the most difficult of poetic subject matters: one’s own immediate family. … Twenty-one closing poems form a compelling dialogue between Lansdown and his father on his daily visits to the hospital, with thirteen, by way of reflection, after his passing. Empowering and staggering poetry that stops time.
—JOE DOLCE, poet composer

Finely crafted, searingly honest, these poems peer deep within a place too often turned from, intensely and sensitively observing loss, grief and memory, probing questions unasked and offering acts of love. In these Farewell Suites are invitations to see that before grief is love, beyond death is life, and beneath loss is family for ‘time and eternity’.
—PAUL GROVER, editor, Studio

Andrew Lansdown’s new poetry collection invites us into his experiences as son and brother, reflecting profoundly on the dwindling of life, on slow death and sudden death, and on the grief of those left behind. Lansdown burrows into meaning, uncovering connections and resonances that we sense are true, although we had not identified them ourselves. He endows minuscule objects and single moments with metaphorical significance that readers can’t forget. It is an extraordinary gift, honed over decades of dedicated observation and wordsmithing.
—JILL IRELAND, academic and editor

Andrew Lansdown is the author of seventeen poetry collections, two poetry and photography collections, two children’s poetry collections, two short story collections and three novels. His poetry has been widely published in journals, newspapers, and anthologies and has won a number of prestigious awards. His first Poiema Poetry Series book, Abundance: New and Selected Poems (2020), was shortlisted for the Australian Christian Book of the Year Award. He is an adjunct lecturer in creative writing at Sheridan Institute of Higher Education.

FOUR POEMS FROM THE FAREWELL SUITES

The Last Entry

Ten days before she died
my mother wrote, ‘Colyn
cut my toenails today.’

And with this last entry
in her notepad diary
she perfectly expressed

the contraction of the life
and the expansion of the love
she shared with my father.

© Andrew Lansdown

The Liminal Child

Now and then I yearn
for the child we lost, the one
without face or name,
who first leapt out of our love
and then leapt out of our lives.

It was hard on you,
child, but we also endured strife.
We couldn’t conceive
that when we loved you into life
you’d enter our hearts like a knife.

© Andrew Lansdown

Don’t Worry

‘It’s alright,’ I say. The orderlies
are wheeling his bed into the corridor.

‘They’re just taking you to another ward.’
I don’t say, the one for palliative care.

He turns his head and reaches towards
the sound of me. ‘But how will I find you?’

Everything about him gives me grief,
my father, gripped by frailties and fears.

‘Don’t worry,’ I say, ‘I’ll find you.’
And a little later for a little longer, I do.

Falling

‘Hold me, Andrew!
Hold me tight!’
And I do.

I hug him hard,
half-lifting him
from his hospital bed.

My father. Delirium
has delivered him
to yet another dread.

This time, he tells me,
he is falling down,
down into darkness.

‘It’s alright,’ I say.
‘I’ve got you,’ I say.
‘You’re not falling.’

But he is, he is
falling—falling
into a fathomless pit.

And it isn’t my arms
he needs to feel
but those of the One

waiting to catch him.