WECOME! (Please scroll down for current post.) This blog contains the work of poet Jenne' R. Andrews and several translations from English to Italian of other poets' work, as well as translations of Andrews' work into Italian. Please note the translation widget on the right side of the blog.

Jenne' Andrews is an American poet. In the early 70's she was mentored by the great Robert Bly and Canadian poet Tom Wayman. She has one small press book, Reunion, Lynx House Press, edited by Christopher Howell. A current booklength ms., And Now, the Road, was a finalist for the 2014 Autumn House Poetry Prize.

She has three published chapbooks and a forthcoming chapbook of "Italiana" from Finishing Line Press titled Boca, Voce, Delirio-- Mouth, Voice, Delirium.

Her work has recently appeared in Vox Populi, published by Michael Simms, The Passionate Transitory, published by Robert Wilkinson, Belletrist Coterie and The Adirondack Review.

Andrews was full-time Poet in Residence of the St. Paul Schools. She holds the MFA in Creative Writing/Poetry from Colorado State University and is a fellow of the National Endowment for the Arts in Literature.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

New Poem: Blackbird Amore - for DVerse OLN and Beyond...

Blackbird Amore

They manifest
like a sprinkling of ash on the dawn,
congregating motes from a far heaven.

They are annunciations in blue-black
shimmering in the young cattails
with the wing’s red badge
that says, I am of the garrison of joy
and I have come

And I am not Icarus and I am not
a barn swallow,

Nor am I a disconsolate sparrow
with her half-hearted motet,
or the barrio crow clacking for scraps,
or the furtive owl
sitting high in the oak
like a jaded bartender.
I sing Verdi, you sing Mozart.
I sing today and you sing tomorrow.

We are the small and temporal things
appearing in the corner of your eye
when you flash past,

Warbling in our epaulettes,
strafing the marsh
to route the hovercraft
of the dragonfly,

Trumping the laggard lark
with our midair pirouettes,
ballet rouge in the empire of love.

copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2010-2012


Maureen said...

You employ birds to such wonderful effect in your poems, Jenne, filling each stanza not only with evocative pictures but sounds.

Mystic_Mom said...

Jenne - brava! I love your poetry. It sings, it flies, it bleeds and it cries. You capture so much in a few words. It is like a feast!

Brian Miller said...

ballet rouge in the empire of love...i like all the natural elelments jenne...the dragon fly, the birds...its a dance of life...

We are the small and temporal things
appearing in the corner of your eye
when you flash past

like those lines much...

manicddaily said...

This is just stunning, Jeanne. It captures the elation that goes with the quick sight of those red wings--I especially like the Verdi Mozart lines as they somehow manage to rhyme. The congregating motes--the small and temporal things--a congregating motet here--just terrific.

Thanks for your kind words about my poem, which is rather a modest one, but I have been very very very busy with work, and doing a new poem a day and didn't feel linking up one of the posts of the draft poems. My best was probably my own blackbird one--though they are not red-winged blackbirds--you don't have to go to it - a joke on Wallace Stevens. K.

Mark Kerstetter said...

I love this blackbird pride. Each bird must think he is THE bird, singing, dancing in air, fluffing & pruning, and basically showing off.

Zoe said...

Just beautiful, Jen. There is something here beyond what I see and feel, something that makes me linger, just like the bird's song.

Loved this:
I sing Verdi, you sing Mozart.
I sing today and you sing tomorrow.

We are the small and temporal things
appearing in the corner of your eye
when you flash past,

Semaphore said...

Wonderfully lyrical, with your words punctuating the air like birdsong or the flutter of wings.

Charles Miller said...

Immensely enjoyable, amazing command of the craft. This resonates so deeply because it verges on perfection... really. I can come back to this and enjoy it for many many reasons, its music, its lilt, its deep awareness of joy and sorrow. The poem manifests nature's power in a very real, tangible way, as though you were Ariel herself commanding the spirits to dance at your command. Lovely.

Laurie Kolp said...

This speaks to me of confidence... I really like the second an last stanza.