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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, September 15, 2012

New Poem: On First Hearing Anna Netrebko, for DVerse Poetics and Beyond...


Great writing prompt over at DVerse Poets Poetics today: write a "first time" poem.
 
 

On First Hearing Anna Netrebko

The first time I saw Netrebko as Juliette
on the bed in the Met proscenium,
caressing Alagna’s Romeo with her bel canto,

my glass spine resonated to that beauty
and then shattered.  I wanted that
playful arguing in the vocal stratosphere
over whether it was daybreak or night,

L’alouette, the lark, or le rossignol,
the nightingale.

To be made love to, to roll over summer grass
locked in one another’s arms.

To drink the nectar of kisses. 

To be loved, to have amour declared
To you, radiating from a pair of brown eyes.

But we know what comes shortly after the duet:
Alone,Juliette sings “ Dieux! Quel frisson…” God,
such cold! -- and shortly, stuns the house
with her death cry.

And then for a second we are weeping doves
flying up immortal, our cachet for all time
that voice, its yearning opulent and dark.

xx






  

copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2012

11 comments:

Claudia said...

oh wow...music is so powerful and can take us everywhere and touch us deeply.. great images and emotions in this..the weeping doves flying up immortal..shivers..

John (@bookdreamer) said...

Sadly my first and only memory of opera was the Pearl Fishers and seeing a bunch of fat pasty guys in nappies stomping over the stage left the music get lost

Fred Rutherford said...

This is a very cool take. I used art, music, as a piece, and the awe one feels, is extreme, love the way you illustrate it here, the operatic terms and foreign dialogue comes out very nice. Thanks

liv2write2day said...

This gave me the chills, Jenne.

Brian Miller said...

oy do all love stories have to end in death...seeing it on stage it was so felt...you def capture that...like the wine glass ultimately shattering...great accompanying visual...

manicddaily said...

I saw her singing in Ana Bolena - she was just terrific. A beautiful voice and wonderful actress.

Beautiful--the doves at the end - and the rolling in arms. Thanks. k.

Maureen said...

Wonderful use of the image of the "glass spine" that shatters.

Sabio Lantz said...

Glass Spine -- very nice!

PS : please turn off CATCHA word verification. It 'tis a pain in the arse!

Anna Montgomery said...

Brava, as beautiful and affecting as the subject.

Mama Zen said...

"I wanted that
playful arguing in the vocal stratosphere"

I know just how this feels. Outstanding write.

Beachanny said...

So difficult to do - capture the music and its effect in music. I try so often and rarely manage the effortlessness you manage here - capturing the story, the passion, the voices, the effects all in one. This, too, was a Great Performance. Beautiful and real poetry!