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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 .

Monday, July 11, 2011

Poem for Magpie Tales Monday

think i entered wrong url at magpie 1st time....


On the People of Chilmark, Thomas Hart Benton

"Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
--Emma Lazrus, The New Colossus



We lived in the Eden of Chilmark
On the Vineyard, born
Into love for the sea.

We were at play
Bouncing a red ball over the waves
Our bodies galvanic as dolphins

When the camofleur came calling
He who disguised the Navy’s fleet
On the verge of the war

He said—watch for the immigrant boat
It is a ruse.

And on the horizon we saw it—
We heard the cries
And we saw the darkening sky.

We the people of Chilmark
Swam out to the boat of the exiled
And towed it in— 

In our New World naivete
We could not let them drown.

Cc

Jenne’ R. Andrews
Copyright 2011

Notes—Thanks to Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales for another great visual prompt.

The painter was a camofleur during WWI.  He gave his figures classical form in the manner of regional idealism at the dawn of the Depression

6 comments:

Old Raven said...

Jen this is a wonderful take on the painting. It is well done and extremely innovative. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

Martin H. said...

A very well crafted piece.

Ann Grenier said...

I read Benton's background and found it interesting that his work in the Navy had influenced his painting. I really like the way you have turned that knowledge into your own piece, making it historical, biographical and relevant for our times ... not to mention the final tone of foreboding.

Tess Kincaid said...

Wonderful take, beautifully written, Jenne.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Wonderful.

Anna :o]

Sue J said...

Great interpretation of the painting :)