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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, August 9, 2011

New Poem - The Returning



 

The Returning

When you feel no commonality between

yourself and other people, try to be close

 to Things, which will not abandon you.



Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Green summer burns on
In her husk.  The neighbor
Floods his fields
With mountain water.
In a house awash in shadows
I unbind myself
From dogs and love.
.
For half a lifetime
I have surrendered
To the garden’s breath-caught
Plea for water
The ache of love
Beneath the poplars
lonely, dark-eyed dogs

Now the green season sings
In eternal dusk.
I lose and find myself
In bread and longing
I dust and sweep
And plunge my hands
Into soapy water

Until late evening
And a return
To the earth's darkening
Careful hands,
The bone-rich fields,
Resting place of gilded dogs 
And stubborn love.








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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011 jenneandrews2010@gmail.com

11 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

I've always loved your poetic voice, and lately it has been singing, each note poignant and true. I admire the way you have entered a world, either of the painting or Rilke's lines, and recorded its history, scenery and inhabitants. This shows the gift of a truly great narrative writer. Every line counts.

Thank you for sharing your work on Real Toads.

Maureen said...

Such a striking quote, and how beautifully you've interpreted it in your trademark lyricism!

Mama Zen said...

I found this to be incredibly moving and beautiful.

Timoteo said...

I am stupefied (again).

joanna said...

The lovely quote from Rilke works seamlessly with this pristine still-life of a piece. I really felt I was experiencing everything you describe-- it was so quietly vivid. Brava.

kez said...

beautiful love the flow of this ....thank you

Beachanny said...

Beautiful imagery and the tone has an almost Asian starkness casting the shadows across one of those dog days of summer. Stunning work, Jenne. Thank you, Gay

~Kelvin S. M. said...

..i like this and the image.. my fave is the second verse… that speaks to me deeply… i also adore the Rilke’s words you quoted here… i can so relate… thanks for the read!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so love this poem- "lonely dark-eyed dogs" . Wonderful writing. Very poignant.

poemblaze said...

Lovely phrasing. Especially like the first stanza's imagery!

Tiaden said...

This has a fantastic depth about it, such confident strength and wisdom.