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 8, 2011

New Rilke Variation: Inhabiting the World

 Posting for DVerse Open Link Night and beyond.....

Photo:  the painter Stuart Codington Andrews

Inhabiting the World

Oh, the places we would pour ourselves over,
pushing into the meager surfaces
all the impulses of our heart, our desire, our need.

Rilke, New Poems

Those beautiful rows of houses
made of stone along the river
and long lilac hedges containing
each garden
where my French double doors opened
to a tin roof and each morning
a cardinal appeared, whistling
out into the dawn:

I remain there or I left some part
of what I was, what my life became
like a vagabond lightly onliving
alone, with my soliloquies and ruminations
and flash in the pan nights of lovemaking
with those whose faces I cannot
remember now.

And then, the road down from the north
across the prairie until coming in
on the highway cut-off through the barrio
I began to see the snow-latticed peaks
song cresting in my throat and
speeding in my eagerness.

We occupy the rooms of our lives
permitting the light to entrance us
the lengthening night to come, and then
the highway calls, and the blue allure
of the mountains; how they seduce us
into their piney canyons,
rocks yawing open for the seeker

And the climber who heaves himself
up to the summit and rests there
elated, in the raptures of the stratosphere
before, self-defined and claimed by beauty
he makes the descent.

 A Year with Rilke...beautiful.
copyright Jenne' R. Andrews  2011


Brian Miller said...

a lovely verse...i enjoy your expansions on rilke...you open with a serene scene then give it a twist and then settle us with the climber in the end that once achieved must again go down...

Fred said...

Excellent piece. The lines take you over as you read each line to line, as the work itself covets you close. Really enjoy the piece a lot. Thanks

Pat Hatt said...

Great word play, I was eager to see what came next as I occupied by little room..haha, wonderful verse.

Beachanny said...

Did you take me on this climb with you or did I only remember as I read. The sounds of flutes over rushing water and I soaked the morning moisture when the dew dropped on my way to the higher meadow to read and write. Your images always impeccable. You're poem transports me and transcends!

Mark Kerstetter said...

Picturesque, there's no other word. That climber "self-defined and claimed by beauty" is you, writing this poem.

Anonymous said...

You write so beautifully, the pacing and imagery--the particular and universal. Really lovely (as always!) K.

henry clemmons said...

Love lilacs and cardinals; got my attention straight away. The short stay at the summit is very telling and wise. There is no summit extasy without a descent; it would just be death on the summit otherwise. Lots of other kool stuff here, but these stuck out to me. A real pleasure!

wayside word garden said...

Lovely verse; takes the reader on a journey with you... and once on the mountain top, the climber must come down...enjoyable read!

Kathy Bischoping said...

A catalogue of pleasures.

The 1st stanza's beautiful colours of lilac, tin, and the flash of cardinal.

Then in the 2nd stanza, with "flash in the pan nights of lovemaking" I read -- because my instinct is to initially read paragraphs at a time and not words -- "pan nights of lovemaking" without the flash, and pictured a kind of bacchanal, which worked cheerfully with the forgotten faces.

In the 3rd, the snow-latticed peaks had a musical notation feeling, pairing up well with the cresting song.

In the 4th: "yaw"! And the 5th stanza, and overall: the idea of a paean to spontaneity, to the roads to be taken.

Shashi said...

Ok Rilke has been on my mind since few weeks now.. and this one is the best ... I liked it so much.. thanks for sharing...
"We occupy the rooms of our lives..." beautiful...

thanks for sharing..

ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

Heaven said...

i love the images you weave from the scenes of the house to the road up to the mountains. your last verses are superb..to be seduced and see the beauty beyond the rooms of our lives ~

exquisite writing... and as always, i like how your comment about my writing hits a chord in me ~

Anonymous said...

I live on top of a mountain and am about to descend so this is speaking straight to me right now. Perfect word choices, the allure of piney canyons was precisely right. Sumptuous!

Mary said...

I find myself climbing that summit you mentioned. Mountains DO seduce. What a beautiful view on both sides. A rough journey, but worth it.

Mama Zen said...

The second stanza is just stunning. Amazing writing.

Zoe said...

Oh what sweet aching! And then

in the raptures of the stratosphere
before, self-defined and claimed by beauty

Oh Jen, these words make me want to linger at the summit forever. Yet, once self-defined, how can we do anything but descend again?
The places this poem takes me are skillfully wrought, so unexpectedly delicate and delicious.

The Orange Tree said...

This is lovely.

Anonymous said...

nice picturesque imagery

Claudia said...

We occupy the rooms of our lives
permitting the light to entrance us
the lengthening night to come... what a gorgeous image!