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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 .

Saturday, February 11, 2012

New Poem: Posting for DVerse Poetics and Beyond

This poem/draft appropriates the language and narrative of religion, which I regard as philosophy, to express transcendence.  I think. Check out Charles Miller's fabulous prompt at DVerse Poets Pub today.  Xj

 
Kyrie

O glorious eleison of the snow,
That the heart goes out with its walking stick
And woolen mittens!

I shake the tree
Cloaked in powder, call to the dark birds,
Little fists affixed to the tightly budded branches.


The blackbird soul wheels and darts,
The long call of a train and the voices calling calling

Oh God.  Veni per noi

ii

These inland waves, these snow-caps
Over the long-fingered fields,
The hieroglyphic of their stubble

et lux perpetua.

What is it that you see,  Cheval
D’Or, great-hearted and mammoth
Penned in stallion
With your aggrieved obsidian eyes?

iii

Tom writes:   great flocks
Of tundra swans pass when I ski
The new powder of the Kootenay.

Oh heart.  Where are you going?
Corazon, que te vas?

Whither goest thou.

Take delight in what you see,
Mein liebling…. Mes yeux.

iv

Bountiful illusion:
This white world,
Virgin snow yielding
To footfall,

The breath of all things,
Smoke from the campfires
Of  heaven.

The choir gulps oxygen:
Aloft, aloft--

Bach rising and risen,
And the waves of the snow sea
Rocking.

Oh purest kyrie of storm:

Everything voicing
and voiceless.




 xxx
copyright Jenne' R. Andrews  2012

11 comments:

Manicddaily said...

Hi Jenne,

This has so many beautiful lines and images and such an interesting journey from the homely to the, yes, transcendent. I confess that I like the first and last parts best--the heart walking with mittens, the campfires of the heavens and the voluble silence of it all.

One typo? skis? Or do you mean to have the e? (I may be wrong, but this stuck out for me, and wasn't sure.)

K.

Brian Miller said...

smoke from the campfires of heaven...nice i like that image...and the first stanza i think is my fav actually...love the imagery and flow of it...nice progression through it all jenne...

Claudia said...

always amazed by your use of imagery jenne...

small note: Meine kleine Liebchen... if you want to have it plural it would be: Meine kleinen Liebchen... if you want it singular, it's Mein kleines Liebchen.. german grammar is horrible...smiles

Maureen said...

Full of your lyrical imagery. What a great visual created by "the heart goes out with its walking stick / and woolen mittens"!

Your lines would make a great videopoem.

Mama Zen said...

"Little fists affixed to the tightly budded branches"

Amazing.

Charles Miller said...

I especially enjoy your use of religious terms from the Kyrie and the musical motifs to buttress the harmony in nature in winter. The precision of your images belies a deep undertone of passionate oneness. The use of different languages adds a nice polyphonic texture which helps us undertake the grander scale of awareness that I think your poem asks us to experience. There are intimate moments captured by your poet's sensibility that combine with the cosmic elements to suggest a deeper awareness of things. Yet, I think you've avoided the tendency to "get inside" things, and simply ask us to see the things for themselves, which is all there is, though that is glorious indeed.

poeticjourneys said...

I really loved this. I'm speechless to be honest, such amazing imagery, technique, the mixing of transcendence hovering somewhere above the snow wonderfully evoked by the use of other languages.

S.E. Ingraham said...

What a magnificent, dreamy poem. I was swept up in the musicality especially of the "kyrie" which I could hear throughout (which I take it was the point ...)Very nice.

jen revved said...

Thanks so very much, each fellow poet! Very encouraged here. Will get to you a.s.a.p.

A new direction for me, to try to chisel the image and let it do the work rather than my customary effusiveness... xxxj

Mystic_Mom said...

Jenne - love your words and images, as usual, and this restrained form works well with the prompt.

ayala said...

A beautiful read!