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Jenne' Andrews is an American poet. She has three published chapbooks including the recent Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love, Finishing Line Press 2013.

A full-length collection, Reunion, Lynx House Press, was published in 1983; after a long hiatus to raise Golden Retrievers in Colorado, recent work has appeared in The Passionate Transitory, Belletrist Coterie, The Adirondack Review and Vox Populi, a journal of culture, politics and poetry published and edited by the august Michael Simms.

A bilingual collection of "Italiana," Bocca, Voce, Delirio, with translations by Lorenzo Luciani, will be released by Finishing Line at the end of 2016 and her latest collection, And Now, the Road, a finalist for the Autumn House prize in 2014, will be released by Salmon Poetry Ltd, Ireland, a highly regarded international house, Jessie Lendennie, Publisher, circa 2017.

Andrews holds the MFA in Creative Writing/Poetry from Colorado State University, is a literary fellow of the National Endowment for the Arts, and was full-time Poet in Residence for the St. Paul Schools from '74-78. She lived in St. Paul from 1971-78 during the first wave of the Twin Cities literary renaissance, and spent the summer of 1973 in Reggio Calabria, Italy.

The poet lives in northern Colorado's Poudre River Valley with her husband, fiction writer Jack Brooks; the couple has recently imported two British Golden Retrievers and expects a litter in June-- see the Ardorgold website for details. Contact: jenneandrews2010@gmail.com .

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

New Poem in Draft for December First One Shot....

please feel free to visit my primary blog, Loquaciously Yours-- new draft December 1 up here...xxxj






Hymn for Advent

Adeste fidelis and the geese come in
In their great V of applause  
Boy choir of the sparrows 
Rejoicing in the pink tamarisk 

And then one bell
Tolling morning  
The near mountains
In blue splendor 
The sleeping goddess
Of the foothills
Snow mounded in her hip

Or perhaps the world itself
Is that One 
Her hair streaming back 
Against the fires
Of the sun 


Her tears those rain veils 
That enfold the moon 
So that from her mouth
Rejoicing pours


Take heed
Of the dawn that breaks here
The magnum mysterium
Of her many birds

And their grand choir-- Glory be
To God on High 
You will not find
Peace here 


But a restless and imperious
Beauty that will stun
And heal you
If you lift your eyes up
And listen and see. 



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3 comments:

moondustwriter said...

would love the tune - tried to sing it
it has just the right amount of modern day fare, if it were on the stage I'm thinking farce.

Thanks Jen for sharing with One Shot - getting us in the spirit me thinks

moon Smiles

Maureen said...

Your lyricism is always striking. I especially like the 1st stanza and the 3rd, both full of visual beauty. A wonderful Advent poem, Jenne.

Helena Malheur said...

Glorious as beautiful music -- delightful language. Enjoyed the read.