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 12, 2011

For One Stop Poetry's Lovey Love Challenge This Day...

What It Means to Fall

Caer means to fall
listen to the sound of caer
and saber to know
and sabor, flavor

And now listen
to the Bach Mass in B Minor
against the sub-zero night

The long ascending kyrie
the tapestry of voices
see in the shadows
glints of the tears
of ghosts-- those who rise
at the inferences of the Bach---
--O become thou whole in Love--

Those who band in the tree tops
like owls or brave doves
that then take leave of their senses
and flutter down to the grass

Night, whole
and full in the heart.  And Tristan and Isolde
before the Bach

How soprano and tenor
halve the silence
like silver shears through satin
the momentary gladness
between us,

I sing to you
croce delizio, cross of delight
I teach you saber--to know,
y caendo-- falling
pray that on your tongue
you taste
el sabor di amor.


Anti-valentine: Whither Goeth a Wound?

Where does a wound go
To be rid of its ground glass
Out to the burning day?

What does it do with itself
When the oriole sleeps in the fir
Head under the wing
Believing her own voice
To have been cut from her throat

The snow has that grey
Veneer of rage: it wants to thaw
But is afraid
To let go of its handfuls
Of dry grass

Clouds gather out of the west
like looming combines:
Someone should build
Something like a fire.

But still, the wound types away
The morning light that blessed her hands
Hours ago
Rebuked by the wide shadows
of snow-heavy branches

A cat-like fog of freshly rendered
memory creeps in to occlude the mind

So how does one sing
Of love on a day of flammable hearts
Or any other day

Reconstruct bits of glass
To daggered prisms
To re-string on all of these heat-cured 


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hedgewitch said...

Wonderful love poem, and fortunately I didn't have to be familiar with the Bach piece, because you recreated its constituents with words. A very fine valentine indeed, and far above a dozen roses.

jen revved said...

Thank you, Ms. HW.... kudos to you as well-- so wonderful to have each other on a grey day...xxxj

Alegria Imperial said...

Just one word borrowed from yours--each line, each word, each turn of phrase: c'est magnifique, Jen!!!

Claudia said...

i'm always amazed by your choice of words...lines like...the Bach Mass in B Minor
against the sub-zero night... make me almost faint..wow!

jen revved said...

deep, humbled thanks to Alegria and Claudia...xxxj

Ruth said...

There are rich fires here to be warmed by, Jen. It's great to meet you through One Stop. I'm very impressed with your poetic voice and vocabulary.