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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 .

Thursday, December 22, 2011

New Poem: Rilke Variation: Nacht

A Rilke Variation:  Nacht

You transcender of all things, make me so small.
Yet, one with the darkening earth,
I dare to be in you.

Rilke, Night, Uncollected Poems

Is she inexhaustible?
We pray that this is true
For we go there in our restlessness
To for a time wear the spun gold
Of relief from ourselves.

No compline completes the world
the way night our lover
Completes us
We let down our hair, we say
I will do that tomorrow.

And if tomorrow doesn’t come
Night eases us out of the rain of
Misgiving, and absolves our fear.

ii

Yearning for evening
Comes upon me at midday.
Voices chatter on detailing
The status of our wars
And our regrets.

Everyone regrets now:
That horse I could have saved.
The marriage I meant to never
Abandon.

Out in the wood small bones
Ache in the dust
The remains of old selves
Building on one another day on day
Thrown on the pyre of the leaves.

See how the green water finds
A way, beneath its icy patches
And empty beaver dams

And where a car nosed in and sank,
To a hull, a shell of rust.


iii

Then night is a dark water
I melt into, my hands plucking
At walls of coral.
I am looking for a letter
I left here years ago

It was a note about letting go
Giving myself to time
And the kings of the dusk
And the queens of the surging
Waterfall, with its residual
Salmon-song and the fallen
Robins in the blue silt. 

I thought night held few gifts
But now I know how we are
joined:  wound to wound.


xx

copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011

14 comments:

Monika said...

The detailing makes me yearn all the more to go back to the world that was complete and light hearted.
Loved the ending: how we all are connected, wound by wound. Beautiful.

Maureen said...

These lines particularly stand out, perhaps because of that unexpected word "Misgiving": "Night eases us out of the rain of / Misgiving, and absolves our fear."

I also like "the spun gold / Of relief from ourselves" and also your use, as always, of imagery from nature. The "empty beaver dams" speaks to alone-ness.

How that Rilke quotation re-sounds in your last stanza is also noteworthy.

Wishing you a peaceful holiday and much writing success in the new year.

Brian Miller said...

joined wound to wound...nice close...some great lines through out as well...merry christmas jenne....

Laurie Kolp said...

Oh, so very touching Jenne and a reminder to live in the present, which is a gift.

zongrik said...

we are joined wound to wound, very deep. :)

Claudia said...

joined wound to wound...wow..great closure..your imagery never fails to impress and surprise jenne...wishing you a wonderful christmas time

Fred said...

Excellent job. Stanza three in it's entirety stands out to me along with some wonderful individual lines in I and II. Great write. Thanks for sharing and Merry Christmas

manicddaily said...

Came back to this again--I thought I'd commented a couple of days ago but I think I was on iPad or iPhone and it didn't take. A lovely poem for night-I especially like the middle section--the regrets and the bones (the marriage), though the end of course is very beautiful as well the coral and the letter and the letting go and the wounds. I found the Kings and Queens a bit distracting--I'm being frank because I think it's pretty much a perfect poem!--I wasn't sure of that connection, yet it did flow through it.

You have a wonderful gift. I hope you enjoyed your Christmas. Sorry I didn't get my earlier comment posted in a timely way. These little devices are terrific but don't really do quite everything.

Best of luck with your wonderful verse. K.

manicddaily said...

Came back to this again--I thought I'd commented a couple of days ago but I think I was on iPad or iPhone and it didn't take. A lovely poem for night-I especially like the middle section--the regrets and the bones (the marriage), though the end of course is very beautiful as well the coral and the letter and the letting go and the wounds. I found the Kings and Queens a bit distracting--I'm being frank because I think it's pretty much a perfect poem!--I wasn't sure of that connection, yet it did flow through it.

You have a wonderful gift. I hope you enjoyed your Christmas. Sorry I didn't get my earlier comment posted in a timely way. These little devices are terrific but don't really do quite everything.

Best of luck with your wonderful verse. K.

manicddaily said...

Don't see my comment--hope it made it. I also love the "relief from ourselves" line. Beautiful. K.

jen revved said...

Thanks to each of you-- promise I will get to you-- Christmas "jet lag." xxxj

Bluebell Books said...

well fine tuned lines, wow.
keep sharing.

manicddaily said...

No, No, don't worry. I feel like I can hardly sit up straight. (That's as much from doing laundry as Christmas! Ha!) K.

Kathy Bischoping said...

Oh my, that's some darkness! Beautifully written. It feels as though its imagery slips through the eras, from kings and queens, spun gold, and regrets about a horse (one of my favourite images), to the contemporary sunken car and the language of letting go. Throughout, the darkenings of the earth recur, in images of rain, aching bones (another favourite), dark water, and silt. The role that nature plays here is interesting, sometimes mirroring the moods of the human/cultural, sometimes a respite from them. The wound-to-wound image at the end is amazing, but I am not sure I could see night-as-wound coming? It felt more like night-as-Tarot High Priestess (if I can go Tarot for a sec).

On another topic: thank you for your support these last several months! I always look forward to reading your poems and appreciate your comments on my work! Hope your 2012 holds all that's good!