Pam Brown Reviews Miriel Lenore

11 August 2008

In the Garden by Miriel Lenore
Wakefield Press, 2007

In response to the effects of global climate change, and probably informed by earlier exponents like natural historian Henry David Thoreau, Rachel Carson, Aldo Leopold, Eric Rolls and so on, the literary genre 'nature writing' has been re-invigorated and a new genre, 'ecopoetry', has emerged in the first decade of the twenty-first century. Miriel Lenore's sixth collection of poetry, In the Garden, reminds me of this, yet, whilst obviously aware of those strands in contemporary writing, it doesn't entirely fit the categories.

No fashionable flâneuse, in her previous books, Miriel Lenore has sought to imagine histories as she melds place and people using an extraordinary economy of language without losing feeling. In fact, the interrelatedness of mood and descriptive representation in her writing suggests traces of romance. Her deftly written poems, refreshingly unadorned by punctuation, combine perception and observation recorded at a slant, giving them a droll tinge. She quotes eclectically from writers as various as Rudyard Kipling, Eileen Myles, Andrew Marvell, Alice Walker, Nicholas Grimald, Emily Dickinson and others.

Here are forty-six short poems invoking the Adelaide Botanic Gardens – 'this garden I share with the city' – a refuge where Lenore can drift into reveries about original Persian walled gardens, ancient gods, goddesses, scientists, saints and artists. Where she can ponder strange questions like 'What are Molossian hounds?' – the gryphon-like mastiffs, copied from statues in the Vatican City in Rome, guarding a path that leads, with the accidental postmodernity of public-monument-kitsch, to an ironwork memorial to Elvis Presley.

This is a place that Lenore loves to be and loves to share. A friend's birthday is celebrated near an 'exuberant Hakea', a spirited symbol 'defying winter' as the friend turns 83 in this halcyon realm where they have 'shared a thermos' and many conversations 'surrounded by blossoms'. Wedding parties, Chinese students, English tourists, priests, lovers, patients from the nearby hospital, all frequent Lenore's Botanic Gardens.

Miriel Lenore has worked as a plant breeder which gives a definite clue to her interest in botanical science, one of the threads in these poems. She writes in homage to Carolus Linnaeus who invented a plant classification system and she revels in proper plant names – didierea, pachypodium, ferocactus horridus, platanus hybrida, quercus macrocarpa, cyperus papyrus.

There are references to the Museum of Economic Botany, the Schomburgk Pavilion, the Victorian palm glasshouse and other sections of this diverse Garden. The Museum of Economic Botany is a Heritage-listed late-nineteenth century building that yearns for classicism via the Greek style. Its contemporary annex is the Schomburgk Pavilion, named for an early director of the Gardens. Its purpose is cultural resources – exhibitions, cafe, souvenir shop and information. In 'Coco Indecent', for example:

In the Museum of Economic Botany
cases of polished wood hold
the Carpological Collection –

Row after row of seeds and fruits
the small the gross the beautiful
in order of rank in their Kingdom

the tiny, not the immense,
will teach our groping eyes
, the poet said
but my attention goes to big

The bread palm like a pineapple
the sugar pine and jackfruit
the tree-sausage two feet long

No competition for largest –
the immense buttocks of coco de mer
double coconut of the Seychelles

weighs eighteen kilos
Lodoiceae maldivica called Coco Indecent
yet heart-shaped says the label

Thought to be aphrodisiac
keeping it from the king
cost hands or life

A European ruler paid
forty thousand gold coins
for one nut –

cure for poison and paralysis
more importantly
the Viagra of its day

The poems traverse many places following the histories of imported plant species but traces of Australian-ness surface often throughout the book in eucalypts, acacia (golden wattle), Mallee tree, auraucaria (bunya pines) and others, and the brilliant firewheel tree, the printmaker's icon:

This tree
says Margaret Preston
to me
doesn't know
that it's art

There is something very 'Adelaide' about the poem that describes a eucalyptus tree planted as a memorial to the inauguration of Australia's first Salvation Army in the late nineteenth century. And the pepper tree, significant in Lenore's poem by its absence from the Adelaide Gardens, is, for this reviewer, distinctly South Australian. I remember these big drooping, fine-leaved, pink-berried trees draped over petrified creek beds in the foothills of the Flinders Ranges, or shading a beer garden in Hackney in the unbearable, dry summer heat. The claret ash, in a poem called 'Adelaide's own', is a tree that originated, according to the poem, from a nursery mutation. Here, the description of the lower leaves is also 'South Australian' – the original Penfolds winery, Magill Estate, is located in the Adelaide region: '-the dun / colour of Penfolds Grange left / too long to drink'. The claret ash tree evokes a memory of Miriel's mother and the poem becomes elegiac:

I gave my mother a claret ash
when, in her fifties, unwillingly
she followed my father to his farm
carried water in buckets
                      to begin a garden

Rare to find such subtle colour beside
the black box and Murray pine
of the Loddon floodplains
Thirty years after her death
the ash still decorates
           the abandoned garden
and the heroic display in Botanic Park
                        gives her back to me

But overall, Lenore is writing about the times and places of origin of the components of the Botanic Gardens. The book's first poem – 'To make a botanic garden' – sets the scene where dedicated naturalists collect specimens against all odds:

Collectors persist –
heedless of dysentery
malaria, broken legs and death
cases of seeds and specimens
cross alps and oceans :
             cannas from Turkey
             peonies from Japan
             cedars from Lebanon
             Hawaiian hibiscus
             proteas from Africa

Lenore is also wide awake in her awareness of Victoriana and colonial history. In 'Post-colonial', for example:

London plane trees
(Platanus hybrida, origin unknown)
wear delicate new leaves

The rhetorical oak
clumsy with years and surgery
stands centre stage

The poem continues and makes comparisons with London's Kensington Gardens but concludes:

Kensington's now arabia
while Australians born in Italy
and Vietnam picnic on this lawn

These poems depict an ideal park, a haven from the stresses of modern city life. However, there are occasional moments of disappointment like when the poet discovers that here the mythological golden apple is really a commonplace old quince and the poem, 'Aphrodite's golden apple' ends with an unexpected and atypical moral remark/chastisement about the lack of discipline in contemporary Dionysians. 'The garden of good & evil' warns of the darker properties of plants coexisting with healing qualities:

the Judas tree is also called
the Love tree

Poisons abound
alongside remedies
deadly nightshade beside
the cure for colic

This review only offers impressions of the expansive reach of this collection. There are many more turns and facets of the Gardens to discover here – a herb circle, the Sappho rhodendron, a poem remembering Adelaide's connection with Alfred, Lord Tennyson, the rose garden, waterlilies, fuschia, the amazing rice grain, a lovely description of an arbutus tree, the first tree – the mezoic gingko, palm trees and so on, and a relative of papyrus in 'Sacred Papyrus':

but a rush of flowers celebrate this air
and the umbrella plant another Cyperus
             twirls like a showground plastic toy

Apparently two poems in In the Garden are written by guests, Andy Goldsworthy and Sergio Redegalli, a name that, given the absence of explanation for including these guest-poems, suggests a pseudonym to me.

A close-up photo of an intensely hot-pink lotus flower on the front cover, handwritten titles and quotes, detailed photos denoting each section of poems mean that this small book has been packaged, deceptively, in great-gift-idea mode. But as you read the poems you discover that it is not that at all. The poems are smart, perceptive, wittier than the package suggests, and if the book is available in the Schomburgk Pavilion shop, I'd suppose that many unsuspecting Adelaide Botanic Gardens visitors might find themselves converting to poetry after reading this engaging memento.

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About Pam Brown

Pam Brown has been active in the Australian poetry scene for decades. Her recent publications are Stasis Shuffle from Hunter Publishers in Brisbane in 2021 and A Love Supreme — a chapbook from Tim Wright's now orries press in Melbourne in 2022.

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