tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870593508837264562024-03-17T20:58:19.771-06:00La Parola VivaceThe Lively Word... Jenne' R. AndrewsJenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.comBlogger362125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-3728229441032423612019-04-26T18:23:00.000-06:002019-04-26T18:23:01.979-06:00Poem: The Wound Testifies<br />
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The Wound Testifies</div>
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It is true that I am the beggar heroine of my own
life. It is true that I have</div>
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wounds that glitter in the sun like silver dollars baked
into my skin. It is true</div>
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that I have a mouthful of black butterflies at
sundown. But pain is. Lies are. </div>
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If you love and open the wound your heart is someone
will pour black oil</div>
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Into it-- you will fold like a white silk scarf in
the meaningless light of</div>
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afternoon. You will want to die, but then if you
can stand it a few</div>
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seconds longer, you will rise up, sit in the
dusk where the clouds and</div>
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retreating sun make a bonfire scrim behind the
trees. Have you seen</div>
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The way they reach and search, with the black branches
against magenta</div>
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and orange light, the beggar heroine ascending from
her despair like a</div>
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blackbird, in a few luminous minutes of delight.</div>
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ii</div>
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I have wept and I have raged: is this not true of us, we
who feel too keenly,</div>
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so that we are pierced by the merest whisper. I
would like to have stones in</div>
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my breast, not flesh, not the pale weak flesh so readily
seared by innuendos. </div>
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I would like not to rise up like a matriarch
owl, my wings beating over you</div>
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who live by wounding and cowardice. For lo, I am
utterly sick of being</div>
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a wound, sick to death of death and the smell of
death and rain and the</div>
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promise of rain only to have the pallid sun beat down and
parch the earth. </div>
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I would love to be a clock, inanimate yet ticking away
the seasons. Or a</div>
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bomb that did some good, if there were such a bomb,
like safely moving</div>
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a collapsed house off a child even if it cost me my
life. Or to be someone</div>
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On fire with self-belief, who has not collected all of
her tears like sapphires</div>
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in a velvet box or hour on hour, blunders on even when
the shadows</div>
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feel like loving pale arms and the water waits, in
a wanton and green allure. </div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">Revision, copyright 2019 Prof. Jenne' Rodey Andrews </span>Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-76738861751345774272018-10-13T14:57:00.000-06:002019-03-31T17:53:56.259-06:00New Poem: Love After YeatsJenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-1897342838327319392015-10-26T07:42:00.000-06:002015-10-30T01:50:28.708-06:00New Poem for Magpie Tales.....<div class="MsoNormal">
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Pasodoble, 1979</div>
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Unlike other moments of transport</div>
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I remember that day exactly.</div>
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After the drought between us</div>
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he had flown in; so much time</div>
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had passed, I could not still<br />
my leaping heart.</div>
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I had taken over my parents’ house</div>
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after my father’s death.</div>
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I had inhabited their room</div>
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sifting through mother’s jewelry</div>
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for some time,</div>
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drinking the cold white wine</div>
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of summer, </div>
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erasing the bad years,</div>
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the disarray of cigarette-burned</div>
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furniture and floors, </div>
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all the chaos two drowning people</div>
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leave behind</div>
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when death comes,
circumspect</div>
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as the mail carrier—</div>
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Suddenly Father was gone and Mother</div>
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wouldn’t speak;</div>
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she was face down on her bed</div>
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in the Golden West, </div>
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where broken people are deposited</div>
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like a check to a teller </div>
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to be fed and dressed</div>
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and wheeled in to the lounge,</div>
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parked under a donated</div>
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clock with slow hands.</div>
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That day my lover </div>
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stood in the doorway,</div>
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his brown eyes dancing;</div>
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he was my height, not tall,</div>
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with a dazzling smile</div>
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that made you think</div>
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of <st1:place w:st="on">Caribbean</st1:place> beach fires…</div>
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His English was lyrical,</div>
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assonant with
Spanish.</div>
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I wore a new peach peignoir, </div>
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my hair down. </div>
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When he stepped toward me</div>
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there was no stopping it—the wet </div>
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deep kisses, his hands deftly</div>
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sliding the gown from my shoulders</div>
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until it pooled on the floor</div>
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like a wilted orchid</div>
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someone had forgotten</div>
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to place in a vase of cut glass</div>
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that could refract its pale luster. </div>
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Then, kisses and whisperings,</div>
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the beautiful clench</div>
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of mutuality, how we had taught</div>
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each other the horizontal </div>
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Pasodoble—</div>
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I, pulling him into me</div>
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with those deepest muscles,</div>
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he, surging, his fingers</div>
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massaging the hot opalescent</div>
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pearl-slick node there, </div>
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with its long sensate petals,</div>
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So that I pulsed, and pulled him</div>
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down into the hungry fathoms </div>
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of my womanhood--</div>
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clenched, and burned;</div>
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my heart fracturing</div>
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at the beauty and glory of it.</div>
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We two lay awash and weeping </div>
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in that stillness</div>
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of absence and summer; </div>
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He said he was in love with me,</div>
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and I said I wanted to carry</div>
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his child.</div>
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Years later I sent a letter</div>
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in Spanish in care of a church</div>
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listing his name among its congregants<br />
telling him I regretted my hurts,<br />
had forgotten nothing between us.</div>
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Of course that good fellow the pastor</div>
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passed it on to his wife</div>
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who sent a curt greeting to me</div>
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and said she had given it to him;</div>
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that he had read it, lifting one eyebrow,</div>
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saying nothing.</div>
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How I wanted to open the floodgates,</div>
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Somehow revive the past. </div>
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Not long after she wrote again,</div>
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saying that he had died,</div>
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heart giving out at eighty-three, </div>
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refusing oxygen.</div>
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I wondered what had happened</div>
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to me in multiple</div>
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collisions with other men</div>
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over the years, a hardening</div>
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of the heart that had given him</div>
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so much lyrical tenderness.
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When the news came</div>
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I lay down on my rumpled bed;</div>
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in afternoon light; our old rapture</div>
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poured over me; </div>
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his semblance kissed the small</div>
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of my back;</div>
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I whispered, <i>“Gracias
a la vida<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>che mi ha dado tanto</i>;
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my grey hair spread around me,</div>
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a field without flowers.</div>
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*Gracias a la vida che mi ha dado tanto = Thank you life, for giving me so much."</div>
Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-75729126320730167942015-03-06T17:28:00.000-07:002015-03-07T00:51:45.201-07:00New Poem: Notes on a Day in England<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to be treated to a series of photos</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of friends spending the day in <st1:city w:st="on">York</st1:city>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Several of us are peering into the window</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of this romance. A
solemn yet generous-voiced</span></div>
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beautiful American woman.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Figuratively along for the ride,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">we muse over the photos, the stark</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">yet tender rowhouses, the cathedral--</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yorkminster”--</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">embracing the air with Gothic arms.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the grey stucco on grey sky; </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">an aristocratic </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">dark ale</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">shared </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">in a dark inn</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We are not voyeurs--only</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">want these two</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to keep warming their hands </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">by the light</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">in each other’s eyes--</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">our attention says, “Godspeed.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Our conjecture recognizes the potential</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">for delirium—the ecstatic—</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and how it is to part,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">how deep the aching.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One afternoon forty years ago</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I released the hands clasping mine,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">staunching my tears</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">as he wept as well, and the train</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">pulling out of <st1:city w:st="on">Turin</st1:city>
station</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">bore him away </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">like the welter of night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Here it is a blue and diminishing day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My love reads in the next room;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">we are old, vulnerable</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to the next hard thing</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">which we know will befall</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">as surely as bad weather descends</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">over the valley.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We think that we will face</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">all things bravely,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">even when one of us </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">is removed from our daily lives</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and where he sat or where we lay</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">inexorably pools with absence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> How necessary</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to give over to love, how definite</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the great sundial of late winter</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">cottonwoods casting their own </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">courageous shadows</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">over last year's grass. </span></div>
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Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-14946467890612807892014-09-26T04:07:00.000-06:002015-12-26T03:25:04.562-07:00Second Guest Poem - Rosalba Di Vona - Magia della solitudine dell' anima - The Magical Solitude of the Soul Welcome to the second week of publication of a contemporary Italian poet’s work on my blog. The poet <a href="http://www.poeti-poesia.it/SitiCommunity2/RosalbaDiVona/Rosalba_Di_Vona.htm">Rosalba Di Vona</a> has graciously permitted me to translate her poem <i>Magia della solitudine dell’anima/ The Magical Solitude of the Soul.</i><br />
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This is a brilliant poem about existential torment, of the body attempting to speak with the soul or more properly, attempting to listen to what the soul says in and with silence. Please know that this may well be an imperfect translation. I ask that you feel free to comment—this is a blog, after all—even contributing a better working of the poem in English or parts of it—to do it even more justice.The poem appears first in rich and beautiful Italian. Then, the translation. My heartfelt thanks to this wonderful poet! <br />
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Benvenuti alla seconda settimana di pubblicazione dell'opera di un poeta italiano contemporaneo sul mio blog. Il poeta/la poetessa formidabile Rosalba Di Vona gentilmente ha permesso a me di tradurre la poesia Magia della solitudine dell’anima.<br />
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Questa è una poesia brillante sul tormento esistenziale, del corpo tentando di parlare con l'anima, o più correttamente, tentando di ascoltare ciò che dice l'anima e nel silenzio. Si prega di sapere che questo potrebbe essere una traduzione imperfetta. Chiedo che sentono liberi di commentare — questo è un blog, dopo tutto — anche contribuendo a un migliore lavoro della poesia in inglese o parti di esso — fare esso anche più giustizia. Grazie di cuore, Rosalba!<br />
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Magia della solitudine dell’anima<br />
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Resto ad ascoltare il lento passo<br />
che spesso appare scomodo<br />
ma intimo confessa<br />
l’intervista all’anima inquieta<br />
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aggrovigliata nella sedia preferita<br />
stringo al petto le ginocchia e fisso<br />
piedi scalzi laccati di rosso e<br />
mani lente a massaggiare caviglie<br />
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sguardo dolce che implora energie<br />
nell’intimità del grande silenzio che<br />
racconta anche ciò che non sopporta<br />
a chi non l’ascolta senza inorridire<br />
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magia della solitudine dell’anima<br />
che non ha bisogno di lenti per vedere e<br />
credere nelle azioni che verranno ricompensate o<br />
per trovare approdo dove il razionale è latitante<br />
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cerco solo l’intuizione giusta quella dei verbi che bramano<br />
gesti da fare per incontrare la speranza di futuri migliori<br />
non si sopravvive oggi se non si pensa al domani<br />
Il dolore della vita è maestro e in lui cerco la speranza<br />
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copyright Rosalba Di Vona 2014.<br />
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The Magical Solitude of the Soul<br />
<br />
della poetessa Rosalba Di Vona. <br />
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I rest, to listen to the slow pace<br />
that often seems inconvenient<br />
but intimately confesses<br />
an interview with the unquiet soul.<br />
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Tangled in a favorite chair<br />
pressing my knees to my chest,<br />
my feet fixed and lacquered red,<br />
my slow hands massaging my ankles,<br />
<br />
with a sweet look that summons energy<br />
into the intimacy of the great silence<br />
that recounts, even though<br />
it is insoportable<br />
to one who cannot listen<br />
without being horrified.<br />
<br />
The magic of the soul's solitude,<br />
that doesn't need glasses to see<br />
and believe in actions <br />
that will be rewarded<br />
or to find approbation<br />
where the rational is fugitive. <br />
<br />
I am looking for that certain intuitiveness<br />
of verbs that crave gestures of action,<br />
to encounter hope for a better future.<br />
You do not survive today<br />
if you do not think about tomorrow.<br />
The pain of life is a teacher<br />
and it is there that I search for hope.<br />
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A poem by Rosalba Di Vona<br />
Translation: Jenne' R. Andrews<br />
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Caro Amici: questa nel Italiano e sotto. It is with great pleasure that I post what will surely not be the first of guest poems by an Italian "poetessa," with my humble effort at a translation into English beneath it. <br />
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I had no idea there were a number of gifted Italian women poets--throughout mainland Italy and especially, on Sicily, in the spectacular communities of like-minded people on that storm-tossed island that has been home to the Greeks, the Romans, the Normans, the Spanish, the Arabs-- multiple bel epochs, each leaving its spectrum of influences.<br />
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I gladly offer the opportunity to the reader to try his or her own hand at a better translation, one that brings forth more of the intense lyrical mysticism that pervades this poem. Please note that there is a translation link on the sidebar where you can insert as much as a stanza at a time to compare my translation to your own or others'.<br />
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Without further ado, a beautiful poem by Maria Esposito. Thank you, beautiful Maria!<br />
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È con grande piacere che vi do la che sicuramente non sarà il primo di poesie di un Italiano "poetessa", con il mio umile sforzo di una traduzione in inglese sotto di essa.<br />
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Non avevo la idea che fosse un numero di poeti dotti Italiani chi anche sono donne--in tutta l'Italia continentale e, in particolare, in Sicilia, nella spettacolare comunità di persone che la pensano in quella isola bellezza che è stata la casa per i Greci, i Romani, i Normanni, gli Arabi-- più bel epoche, ogni lasciando il suo spettro di influenze.<br />
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Sono lieto di potervi offrire la possibilità al lettore di provare la propria mano in una migliore traduzione, quello che porta via più intensa misticismo lirica che caratterizza questa poesia. mysticism<br />
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Senza piu de mi , una bella poesia di Maria Esposito. Grazie, bella Maria! Si prega di notare che c'è un collegamento di traduzione sulla barra laterale dove è possibile inserire quanto una stanza in un momento di confrontare la mia traduzione al proprio o altri".<br />
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Sanno Tutto Le Stelle<br />
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Sanno tutto le stelle<br />
Sanno tutto loro...<br />
Come indicarci con esattezza<br />
le attese o imparare a maneggiare<br />
il niente.<br />
Come scavare nelle speranze<br />
e andare avanti.<br />
Sanno tutto le stelle<br />
come raccogliere le ore<br />
ed essere fedele ai segreti<br />
a come amare con grazia<br />
e senza egoismo o come<br />
attendere il destino oppure<br />
inventarselo.<br />
Sanno tutto le stelle<br />
finché restano somposte e<br />
sparse nel cielo per la gioia di Dio<br />
e sanno anche a come sognare<br />
un immortalità ma che<br />
non sia ben ancorata alla terra<br />
quell'ordine scandito<br />
che veglia come un guardiano<br />
le sorti degl'uomini dall'universo.<br />
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They know all the stars<br />
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They know all, the stars.<br />
They know all.<br />
How to tell us in exactitude<br />
our suppositions or how to manage<br />
nothingness.<br />
How to excavate our longing<br />
and how to keep on.<br />
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They know all, the stars<br />
how to collect the hours<br />
and be faithful to their secrets;<br />
how to love with gratitude<br />
and without egotism;<br />
how to attend to fate<br />
or invent it into being.<br />
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They know it all, the stars,<br />
how to remain affixed yet scattered<br />
to the delight of God<br />
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and they also know how to dream<br />
in an immortality<br />
that is unanchored to the earth--<br />
that order set forth<br />
that watches like a guardian,<br />
over humanity's fate in the universe..<br />
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Maria Esposito, Napolitana - translation, Jenne' R. Andrews, M.F.A.<br />
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Image provided by Maria Esposito <br />
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Forthcoming: poetry from the masterful Siciliana/Termitana Rita Elia, Rosalba di Vona, Prof. Santina Cundari, "Alla Pescatora" of beautiful Scilla, Italia, and others...Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-74095696806366620222014-09-01T03:33:00.000-06:002014-09-01T03:33:03.620-06:00Recent Poem: Faultlines<br />
This translation is a compromise between my own, done with the help of a translation program, and that of Sr. Marco Giuffrida. Watch for his in full. The original and English version of the poem appear below it. Thank you. <br />
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Questa traduzione è un compromesso tra la mia, fatta con l'aiuto di un programma di traduzione, e quella Signore Marco Giuffrida. Guarda per il suo intero. La versione originale e in inglese del poema appare sotto di esso. Grazie.<br />
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La Frattura<br />
<br />
Sputa la pioggia,<br />
è dopo, del radio, avviso di tempesta.<br />
Adesso qualcosa che ho fatto e venduto<br />
comincia a incrinarsi,<br />
frantumarsi, allargarsi<br />
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come colei che osservo nello specchio<br />
nelle acque vorticose della notte.<br />
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E adesso, che le ragazze nigeriane<br />
non sono tornate alle famiglie.<br />
Così, ora vi sono linee di faglia, fratture,<br />
in molti cuori.<br />
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Chi può riparare a tutto questo.<br />
quale prodotto straordinario<br />
per uso domestico<br />
che riempie tutte le incrinature.<br />
<br />
Che vaso di decoupage colla,<br />
lo progettato sembra un’ craqueleur-<br />
<br />
Cosa propinquità e di decenza,<br />
quale vicinanza o opportunità,<br />
o segretario di Stato<br />
o dottrina antica vieta la guerra?<br />
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iii<br />
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Questi cose frantumati, si allontanano<br />
l’un l’altro,<br />
nonostante la loro archiviazione lucida<br />
o polvere di vetro--<br />
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Ciò che non dovrebbe accadere, ma accade…<br />
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Che non posso spiegare io stesso per me.<br />
Che la nostra affiliazione è inspiegabile<br />
dopo la frammentazione delle anni domestici.<br />
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Che qualcuno che conosco<br />
Che vive vicino al fiume<br />
or’ va su una bicicletta nel diluvio<br />
con cappello fradicio,<br />
il suo cagnolino affamato<br />
trotto di lato.<br />
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iv<br />
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Queste sono le cose che aderiscono a me<br />
ed a voi, queste cose<br />
che rubano la nostra attenzione:<br />
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Come al crepuscolo,<br />
un libro di un amico<br />
si cade aperto<br />
alle pagine giallo e disintegrano:<br />
<br />
dove le sue parole salgono<br />
come nebbia ed entrano in me<br />
dalla ombre frammentazione<br />
della scatola archivio.<br />
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Inglese/English<br />
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Fault Lines<br />
<br />
Spitting rain, a tornado warning.<br />
Something I made and sold<br />
suddenly begins to crack, peel,<br />
fall apart--<br />
<br />
like she whom I behold<br />
in the bathroom mirror<br />
in the eddying waters of night.<br />
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That the Nigerian girls<br />
have not been returned<br />
so that there are now fault lines<br />
in many hearts.<br />
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Who can repair any of this,<br />
what remarkable product<br />
for wide household use<br />
that fills all cracks.<br />
What pot of decoupage glue,<br />
itself designed to intimate<br />
craqueleur--<br />
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What propinquity or propriety,<br />
what secretary of state,<br />
or fading doctrine<br />
against war?<br />
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iii<br />
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These things cracking, peeling,<br />
pulling away from each other,<br />
despite their archival gloss, or<br />
dust-coated glass--<br />
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That which should not, yet does:<br />
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That I cannot explain myself<br />
to myself.<br />
That our affiliation<br />
is inexplicable<br />
after the splintering<br />
household years.<br />
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That there is someone I know<br />
riding by on a bike<br />
in a sodden hat<br />
with a trotting pitbull at side,<br />
that these two live in all weather<br />
on the river flat.<br />
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iv<br />
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These are the things that adhere to me,<br />
to you,<br />
that claim our attention,<br />
<br />
how a friend’s book falls open at dusk<br />
to yellow and disintegrate pages,<br />
where his words then rise like mist<br />
and enter me<br />
from the fragmented shadows<br />
of the archive box.<br />
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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2014 jenneandrews2010@gmail.com .Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-28318063533219745692014-08-31T03:46:00.000-06:002015-03-06T18:00:54.295-07:00Poesia Nuova-- Meditazioni del Giorno, trans. Signore Marco Giuffrida, Vicenza, ItaliaDAY GATHERING<br />
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MEDITAZIONI DEL GIORNO<br />
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Mezzanotte, primi di agosto<br />
ed è tempo di riordinare le Cose,<br />
lavori delle mani, creazioni della Mente.<br />
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Per portare la giornata al seno<br />
come fiori piegati<br />
o morbido tessuto fresco di bucato,<br />
è l’unione di piccoli oggetti<br />
con altri della stessa specie.<br />
Sale con il miele. Gusci d’uovo<br />
con i fondi del caffè,<br />
scorze d’arancia e frammenti d’osso.<br />
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Poi, alla Chiusa il corpo chino,<br />
a togliere il sudore rappreso<br />
per il pomeriggio febbrile,<br />
così come le piogge hanno donato<br />
il verde, con generosità,<br />
ai giardini nella fine estate.<br />
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E’ l’ora<br />
di piccole verifiche:<br />
come la casa sembra apparire<br />
in fondo al viale<br />
fiancheggiato da pioppi ricurvi<br />
o come il vecchio canile, all’ombra,<br />
ora vuoto,<br />
senza le ultime dorate cucciolate,<br />
o per il crescere di teneri alberi<br />
che coprono la vista del torrente<br />
che circonda la casa<br />
al pari di una folla di Gheise<br />
coperte da fruscianti manti<br />
di seta verde,<br />
la stessa casa in una cauta serenità<br />
si abbandona, dondolandosi e chinandosi,<br />
alla pioggia e all’umidità,<br />
verso la Terra.<br />
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**<br />
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Si fa davvero poco<br />
per mettere ordine,<br />
ed anch’io a mezzanotte, adagio,<br />
mi abbandono all’interiorità,<br />
Donna sola,<br />
chinandomi e riflettendomi<br />
nella Danza delle Nutrici.<br />
Ancestrali paure dell’Esistere<br />
mi afferrano per un braccio<br />
trascinandomi semincosciente<br />
verso compiti più semplici,<br />
forgiando un’alleanza<br />
fra un’ora e la successiva,<br />
tra il consumato per il piallato delle tavole<br />
della panca dove noi ci sediamo,<br />
nella ciotola cobalto del tramonto;<br />
e come i deboli venti grigi del Tempo<br />
noi rendiamo le cose lisce come cote,<br />
cuscino fra noi e quel Paese lontano,<br />
al di là del Miraggio,<br />
di verdi campi infiniti.<br />
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Jenne' R. Andrews, trans. Marco Giuffrida<br />
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Inglese:<br />
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Day-Gathering<br />
<br />
Midnight, early August<br />
and it is time<br />
for the centering of things,<br />
hands’ work, mind’s drift.<br />
<br />
To gather the day to the breast<br />
like the folding of flowers,<br />
the soft fabric of the laundry,<br />
the reuniting of small objects<br />
with others of their kind.<br />
Salt to honey. Eggshells<br />
unto coffee grounds,<br />
orange rind and wishbone.<br />
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Then, to sluice the body down,<br />
rinse away the dried sweat<br />
of the fevered afternoon,<br />
how the rains have imparted<br />
a green generosity<br />
to the late summer garden.<br />
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ii<br />
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It is the hour<br />
of small recognitions:<br />
how the house seems ever<br />
appearing, at the end of the long<br />
lane flanked by leaning<br />
poplars, how the old kennel,<br />
barren now of gilded litters<br />
in shaded runs,<br />
belongs to the overgrowth--<br />
<br />
of advancing leggy trees, each year<br />
coming in closer from the creek,<br />
encircling the house like a throng<br />
of geishas in rustling green silk,<br />
house itself in a circumspect quietude,<br />
yielding to the rain and damp,<br />
rocking back against the earth.<br />
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iii<br />
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Little truly gives itself<br />
to the making of order,<br />
but even as I freefall inward<br />
in midnight adagio--<br />
woman alone,<br />
bending and reflecting<br />
in the nurturer’s dance,<br />
old fears at existence<br />
pulling at my arm,<br />
<br />
this half-conscious way of giving oneself<br />
to plain tasks forges an alliance<br />
between one hour and the next,<br />
<br />
between the wearing away of the hand-planed<br />
boards of the deck where we sit<br />
in a cobalt bowl of twilight--<br />
<br />
and how the low grey winds of time<br />
hone us like whetstone,<br />
bearing us on toward that far country<br />
beyond the mirage<br />
of infinitely green fields.<br />
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Jenne' R. Andrews August 2014<br />
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My Mother Carpets the Stairs</div>
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She, one of three sisters,<br />
was the first to carpet the stairs with a true</div>
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Lavar Kerman with bound</div>
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edges--spending its carmine<br />
"open field" on heaviest treading,<br />
so that over the years the center of each </div>
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swatch unraveled, became worn </div>
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from her nightly treks </div>
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to and from our basement lair,<br />
weeping. </div>
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Such rugs graced hand-packed sand</div>
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floors in the villages outside</div>
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and as Americans<br />
<i>discovered</i> them<br />
in their way of waving the desultory<br />
hand at the market in Marakesh,<br />
rendered the more elegant,</div>
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the towering homes fronting the lake—</div>
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our specimen wide and luminous, </div>
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central incarnadine flower, fading,</div>
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thick pile superbly shorn.</div>
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I remember when the starter castles</div>
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their front windows tricking geese</div>
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into impact and freefall. </div>
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We shouldn’t so colonize</div>
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the remaining wilds, that savannah<br />
where the Bonabo</div>
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washes her face in the stream</div>
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after making love,</div>
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tail still kinked with pleasure.</div>
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But Mother would have done well</div>
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in <st1:place w:st="on">Borneo</st1:place>, bivouacking a garrison</div>
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of skeptical apes, martialing</div>
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a hurried route tree to tree,</div>
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the one-arm swinging to take cover--</div>
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If she could have brought one thing,</div>
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only to the jungle</div>
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it would have been the scarlet</div>
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tucked by now into the crook</div>
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of an acacia—nearly indiscernible<br />
as something made by a human hand.</div>
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She could not know how it would smell</div>
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of civilization and ruin</div>
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or in what benign tongue</div>
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the compliments of the canopy</div>
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would be proffered at a safe remove.</div>
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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2014</div>
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Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-64502100697704882102013-11-04T17:59:00.001-07:002013-11-05T17:26:40.083-07:00New Poem: GuildMany thanks to Tess Kincaid for the meme up at Magpie Tales...<br />
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Guild<br />
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Mouthing delight<br />
at the patchwork fervor of September leaves,<br />
piety's handmaidens meet to piece;<br />
giddy with ambition,<br />
they splay the Star of Bethlehem quilt out<br />
with its half-built rainbow of spokes.<br />
<br />
Each voluble quilter wants to go to heaven;<br />
stitching, several speak the Word.<br />
Then they break bread,<br />
faces etched with Old World craqueleur,<br />
suffused chatter fading into dusk<br />
like the Tenebrae of dreaming doves. <br />
<br />
With their brethren in laity<br />
they throng the unschooled choir<br />
and rehearsing the requiem foreign<br />
to their plain mouths,<br />
whisper enmity at an arriviste--<br />
a young lyric soprano in the front row.<br />
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How much they hate her<br />
for the larksong she has bestowed<br />
upon the congregation and the clan!<br />
<br />
So it is they put away<br />
their piecing, the luminous quilt embroidered<br />
with Episcopal Women of Hastings,<br />
to be presented in a ribbon-cutting<br />
for the new children’s clinic on Raintree Road.<br />
<br />
Spotting the willowy thing praying<br />
alone in the nave,<br />
they group, waiting for her,<br />
fingering the sterling crosses at their throats,<br />
their dark straw hats skewered through<br />
with faux-pearl pins,<br />
casting her out of Babylon<br />
with envy's ruthless stones.<br />
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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2013<br />
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<br />Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-48502353495584372212013-09-09T15:04:00.000-06:002019-03-22T12:48:39.387-06:00New Poem: Dining Car, for The Mag and Beyond..... <br />
Please note that my newest collection of poetry, <a href="http://blackbirdsdance.blogspot.com/">Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love</a>, Finishing Line Press, with endorsements from literary luminaries Jim Moore, Dawn Potter and Patricia Kirkpatrick and cover art by John Sokol, may be ordered now; books will be shipped in October. Signed copies may be purchased from me directly; e-mail jenneandrews2010@gmail.com . To read <a href="http://willowmanor.blogspot.com/2013/08/jenne-andrews-new-poetry-collection.html">an advance review</a> by the lovely Tess Kincaid, click here. My new poem follows. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">Dining Car<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">Mother’s old notes
say we took the train<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Flagstaff</st1:place></st1:city>
my second summer—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">that we sat in the
dining car and I looked out<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">mouthing vowels at
the desert-- <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">even then in awe of
it, the blue seas of sand,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">red sandstone
buttes jutting at heaven.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">She said the black
conductor took our tickets,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">his face mooney and
beaming; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">that we had a <st1:place w:st="on">Sterling</st1:place> service at breakfast <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">monogrammed <i>RGL</i>--<st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><i>Rio Grande</i></st1:place></st1:city><i> Line—</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">poached eggs,
quartered cantaloupe<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">for just the two of
us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">Father was off in khaki in the woods <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">at the
foot of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">San Francisco</st1:place></st1:city>
peak,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">moving with the
others like indolent</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">ghosts penciled </span><span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">into the Ponderosa,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">harvesting them of
the dwarf mistletoe<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">that lay popping in
Petri dishes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">like fractured
pearls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">But it was the
train, the thunderous rolling on <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">like a cinematic
dream, wheels<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">throwing off
sparks, long high whistle<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">warning Black Angus
cows to move <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">or be flattened,
out on the Pajarito Plateau<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">where the tracks
lengthened<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">to a vanishing
point--</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">that a body could
be in motion, arise,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">float and fly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">That there could be
holidays and reunions--<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">escape, the
imagination winging<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">alongside keeping
pace with the locomotive’s <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">kite of steam,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">smelting a mirage
of freedom down<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">to a surging and palpable world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-27123829787302687092013-08-26T17:17:00.000-06:002013-08-27T19:21:48.714-06:00New Poem for Magpie Tales and Beyond: No Passing Zone <br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As noted above, my first collection in thirty years, <i>Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love</i>, due out in October from Finishing Line Press, may be <a href="http://finishinglinepress.com/">preordered</a>; visit the blog I've set up for it <a href="http://blackbirdsdance.blogspot.com/">here....</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No-Passing Zone<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That winter, cabin
fever<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">drove us out of
Albuquerque,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">so that after eight
hours<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">on Route 66, we
found ourselves<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">on a half-tarred
road notched<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">into the mountain,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">small family
grafted to one another<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">by need and grief<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">like an ebony
four-leaf clover<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">pendant, pieces
that would never<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">break away from the
whole.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In full-blown DT’s
our mother<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">rode shotgun,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">young brother with
me in the back<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of the US Forest
Service Chevy sedan<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">leased to our
father<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">for such forays
through high country<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to tally
beetle-killed trees,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and collect the
unwelcome dwarf mistletoe<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">gleaming in the
clefts<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of the ponderosa.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We nosed up into
the season<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of deep snow<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">on icy switchback
shoulders<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">you didn’t dare
pass slower traffic on;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">chain-smoking, my
mother clung to my father<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and I held my
brother’s hand on the back seat,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">now and then looking
down<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">at the slate
drop-off<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">where buzzards rode
the downdraft<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">in their gyre over
mule deer carrion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Down the other side<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Navajo country, the
Rez:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and the government
cabin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">we had provisioned
ourselves<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">for, unpeeled
tongue and groove,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">hand-hewn and
welcoming,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">rocking back
against red cliffs:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the nearby fields
were pocked with lamb-heavy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">woolly Churro ewes,
heads down<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">in December’s
diffident wind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A fire burning high
with a pinon knot,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a roast leg of
mutton<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">left for us in the
freezer by the ranger<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">would lift our
spirits;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">we, the brave
children,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">issue of
territorial stock,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">tumbled into the
cabin’s gloom,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">but she, slamming
down scotch,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">held up for a mere
hour. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Like the last aspen
leaf of an early autumn,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">she shook at the
hearth, sparks snapping<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">up the chimney,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">clawing at her own
arms;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>You have to take me
back.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I have to go back.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This was every
year’s gift,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">new ordeal tied up
with a ribbon<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>sangre de Cristo</i> red--<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a junket ruined<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">by her fear, this
ungrown thing<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">we had for a mother<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">no one had been
able to fix,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">not even with
vaunted shock treatments<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">at Nazareth
Sanitarium<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">on the edge of the
city<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">so that we could be
the children again,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">not the parents,
not the ones<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">holding our breath
over an ice-slick pass<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">at dusk, boring
through a blizzard<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">homeward,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">my father back on
duty<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">at his other job,
putting out fires from<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the ashes she left
like bread crumbs<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">wherever she
wandered the night long<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">in weeping
disarray.</span></div>
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<br />Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-40966929324275674802013-07-11T13:48:00.001-06:002013-07-18T09:38:50.508-06:00Publication Announcement!<br />
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Dear Friends:<br />
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As noted above, I am in the throes of the pre-publication ordering period for my first collection in thirty years, <i>Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love, </i>Finishing Line Press. Without pre-publication orders there will be no press run, and therefore I hope you will add this, my offering to the world of fifteen comparatively recent poems, to your library.<br />
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My friend Samuel Peralta, a renowned poet in his own right, has paid me the highest of compliments: "If you care about poetry, buy this book!"<br />
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Cover art by <a href="http://www.johnsokol-artist-author.com/">John Sokol,</a> my favorite among his mixed media pieces, "Mirage."<br />
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Jim Moore, <i>Invisible Strings,</i> Graywolf Press, and Dawn Potter, Director, Conference on Poetry and Teaching, The Frost Place, <i>How the Crimes Happened,</i> CavanKerry Press, have lovely things to say about my work on the back cover of the collection. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Please visit the <a href="http://blackbirdsdance.blogspot.com/">chapbook's site </a>and click on the link to Preorder Forthcoming Titles from Finishing Line. I will periodically post work from the collection there and new work from me is coming soon to <i>La Parola</i>!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Here is a poem from <i>Blackbirds Dance</i>...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">According to Luke<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">for Tom Wayman<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I heard the angels say<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Fear not, but I fear<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">all things in all ways.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I fear the brittle lassitude<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of my hands, the encroaching<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">frost over the mind,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the dark glass one candle<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">can’t pierce.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I fear another day, summer’s<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">greenness, the threat of new <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">blackbirds,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">their garnet wings<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">among the cattails.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I quake, at night—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">my heart’s staccato code to God.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I fear dust, fate, my own face,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">my sins,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the flash of homemade bombs,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">hollow words,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the imperatives of silence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I am afraid<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">for my remaindered dreams, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">my lost years,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the knot in my thigh, the lump<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">in my throat,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">that I may never again call out<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">a name, my eyes to another’s--<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I shrink from death,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">heights, cold and deep water,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">my flagging soul, my art,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">my brother,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">limping on like a beggar<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">through powdering leaves,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">while all volition fades<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to a spent seraphic light</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua";">on the far horizon.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2013<br />
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<br />Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-20757839702962102022013-06-11T03:57:00.000-06:002013-06-20T18:49:48.709-06:00New Love Poem-- <div class="MsoNormal">
After A Long Reticence</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">After
A Long Reticence<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Because
the luminous aging body <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">is
unreliable,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">because
its stirrings come in the deeps<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of
night,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">we
say that we will make love<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">tomorrow;
you will take <i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">our
medicinal Eucharist;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Take, hold, devour that one <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">gathering herself for transfiguration<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"> in
the burning spring.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">We
say to each other,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">it
is time again; risen bread has not<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">forgotten
how it was made, the fresh<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">flour
plump and musky with yeast, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the
tang of the wild honey:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">nor are the old cottonwoods<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">dormant; they surge, sprout<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">into leaf—then, gift-laden bees, freefall<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of seed, amber sweat on the boughs.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">We
hold each other, warm<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">with
promise; it will be tomorrow<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">when
I will bury my face<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">in
your neck<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">and
your fingers surge in me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">and
my hand over your hand<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">so that I am luminous again, <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the seraphic body <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">with its tremulous wings, aloft.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">How
is it that winter<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">has
melted away?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Who
made camp<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">along
a river<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">that
holds its breath?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">We
say to each other, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">We are violins in the key<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of yearning.
Tomorrow<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">we will be gypsies at a campfire<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">with half-strung bows.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Your
long fingers, your <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">virile
calling to me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">even
as I cup you in my hand,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">as
if I have caught the sweet<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">rain
of Spring, as if we are<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">liquefying
pears<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">or
nectarines with melting flesh--<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">What
is this country of desire<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">where
we are now<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">after
decades of reticence,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">each
one wondering<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">if there were a bend<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">in the river and if you took<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">that bend, would there<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">be white water and would<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the exalted sinew <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of the singing body hold.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-70860457940037894612013-05-26T14:50:00.002-06:002013-05-27T02:10:16.293-06:00New Poem: Carbon-Dating, for Magpie Tales and Beyond...<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Carbon-Dating<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">"Everywhere...the
stench of the informer."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Vladimir
Lenin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">When
certain fields are burned<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">plumes
from the chaff ascend,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">writing
across the sky--<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">oh
brave loquacity of smoke. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">The
stories it would tell:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of
the woman painter in Mexico, sitting up<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">at
the moment of her own cremation;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of
the terrible folly of the perpetrators:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the
ethereal vapor climbing<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">with
its aching cargo of souls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">The
fields remember this<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">even
after Auschwitz or<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the
burning of the bodies<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">during
the pogrom at Kiev.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Once
a violinist went to Dachau<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to
serenade its ghosts. He walked quietly<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">through
the showers and out<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to
the gardens flourishing from<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the
calcium infusing the roots.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">He
had chosen a Bach partita; he wept<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">as
he played. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Now
memorial lilies flay afternoon light;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">they
have opened like white wounds,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">bells
mutely warning of incoming <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">hostile
fire,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">grey
metastatic nodes in the center;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">their
scent is like smoke,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">with
its poetry of sorrows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">ii<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">The
earth remembers<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">and
narrates with her rising <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">clouds
of ash, its filigree of wisps<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">on
cold wide fields of gray sky. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Limpid
clouds<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">too
aggrieved to rain. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">A
translucent atmosphere<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">that
hates being breathed in<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">and
out again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">We
clasp hands<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">in
the comforting dark<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of
our lair. Mist<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">rises
from our skin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">damp
from making love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">The
flames of ardor<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">die
back to ash;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the
smoke of desire and the smoke<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of
atrocity wind together<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">like
filmy hands with white<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">wrists,
a braiding of the terrible<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">with
the holy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Great
flocks of tundra swans<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">see
the burning of the fields:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">they
flee the acrid air,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">soaring
until they are pinpricks,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">unrecognizable--a
contrail of absence--<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">until
everything the heart<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">cannot
bear has forgotten<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">what
it was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2013</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">To participate in The Mag, a weekly writing meme hosted by the lovely Tess Kincaid, click <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">here</a>. </span></div>
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<br />Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-74821035552796659482013-04-27T14:10:00.000-06:002013-04-28T19:43:26.268-06:00New Poem, Instruction Manual, for The Mag and Beyond..... To participate in the lovely Tess Kincaid's Sunday meme The Mag, <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">click here</a>. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Instruction
Manual<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">What
you look for<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">isn’t
in any book. It is the song<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the
body loves to sing<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">and
knows by heart, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">where
you towel your hair,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">nude
in winter’s window. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">If
you fear<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the
task at hand, pretend <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">you’ve
unpacked the text,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">that
the instructions are etched<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';">on
your eyelids</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">when
you dream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Think
of it, and the body stirs<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">in
the winter window;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">it
is not a rubric <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">but
an art--<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">this
<i>bel canto</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the
body longs to sing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Apollo
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">is
here—according</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to a winter's worth </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of words, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">he has seen<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">your alert breasts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">He
has the fierce look<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of
desire:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">he
is poised there<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">beyond
the window<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">in
a nook of shade.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Be
woman, be the song,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">close
the book.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Let him in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Open<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to
the tender entrance<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of
the sun.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-68796405474065705862013-04-19T06:24:00.001-06:002013-04-28T02:15:49.492-06:00New Poem: A Honeyman Cometh(It's much better now-- revised)<br />
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A Honeyman Cometh<br />
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And that one put his hands on me</div>
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and I arched my back<br />
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and there was honey aplenty</div>
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for him at the gate—</div>
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April sun streamed in and a choir<br />
of whispers exulted in the body's resurrection.</div>
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Persephone wiped away Demeter’s</div>
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tears and seeking out a means<br />
to come one unto the other,</div>
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we shed the coat of hesitation</div>
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and like the dappled, surging herd</div>
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on <st1:place w:st="on">Connemara</st1:place>, like the
anthem</div>
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of rain on marble at <i>Pere Lachaise</i></div>
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or the <i>exultate</i> of sun-white laundry</div>
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hung in the salty sea-air at <st1:city w:st="on">Palermo</st1:city></div>
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there was that uprising of the black swans</div>
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that had been landlocked and wing-</div>
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clipped in desire's long dormancy</div>
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and together we were two yeses </div>
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released and sweat-gilded</div>
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in the applauding dawn.</div>
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<br />Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-44855491589829422242013-03-24T15:21:00.002-06:002013-03-25T01:49:18.481-06:00New Poem: Refraction, for Magpie Tales and Beyond... <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Refraction<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Would
you say </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">that the fact there is </span><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';">only
one </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';">of each of us</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">is
a good thing?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Mirrors
tell us nothing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">But
when we slice into the heart, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">magnifying </span><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';">a section of loamy tissue </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';">on a slide,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">there
is a tiny movie of fleeting days,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">someone
walking empty-handed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">along
a dirt road. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Always,
we are evading<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">when
we think we are running toward.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">As
in how he seared me with his hands<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">and
bent my spine to fit his body,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">and
I was on fire with questions<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">when
he turned away into sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">What is this—does it mean<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I am yours?</span></i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">He dreamed on </span><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';">and
I retreated, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';">slipping the diamond-cut</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">topaz
from my finger and tossing it<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">into
the blackbird slough <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">at
the asphalt’s edge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">The
back of someone leaving <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">always
seems angry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Even his raven's wing hair</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">wears the gloss of alienation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">When
I am desperate <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">for you to see me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I
break the mirror, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">say
it was an accident:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">A meteor or a piano<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">fell through the roof.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Then you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">are all I have for a mirror:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">if you wanted, if you dared,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">you could refract me <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">into a
thousand stars.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">To participate in Tess Kincaid's <i>The Mag</i> photo meme, where there are always brilliant responses, <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">click here</a>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2013</span></div>
Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-50120561695823319402013-03-05T02:28:00.001-07:002013-03-05T02:28:57.458-07:00New Poem, for The Mag and Beyond... <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by The Fox and The Raven</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Dissolution<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">We
sit together in a dark solemnity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">The
low rebuking wind is back,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">its
March sweep over sere grasses<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">lost
to the tincture of rain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">We
are moving the chess pieces<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of
argument, my Queen <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">felling
your King. We are once more<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">airing
the laundry we had agreed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to
let time and the sun consume.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">This
is a tunnel where standing water<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">spawns
the algae of blame.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">This
is where the gargoyle-embellished<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">mirrors
are hung<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">where
I turn and look at my own face,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to
see one eye hanging by a thread, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">underwhelmed
by what it discerns<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">again
and again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Across these pallid, frigid hours<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">you
recede from me,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">withering,
folding<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">like
a spent poker hand<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">into
the labyrinth of night,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">your heart on lockdown, casino </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">for the irretrievable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">As
before<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the
dogs watch us, taking note<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of
the inflection of anger; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">no
one wins the game, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">exulting in her pile of chips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">We
have merely fed <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">the
banked fire of dissolution<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">waiting
in the doorway’s seam.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-70080093584899281822013-02-18T16:14:00.000-07:002019-03-22T12:54:59.178-06:00New Poem: Mes Femmes Sauvages et BeauxMany thanks to Tess Kincaid for today's fascinating prompt. <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">See others' responses at The Mag</a>. <br />
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Mes Femmes Sauvages et Beaux</div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "book antiqua"; font-size: 11.0pt;">I met a lady
in the meads,<br />
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,<br />
Her hair was long, her foot was light,<br />
And her eyes were wild.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "book antiqua"; font-size: 11.0pt;">John Keats,
Le Belle Dame Sans Merci<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Mother dreamed profane largesse,</div>
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thought she should live</div>
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at <st1:state w:st="on">Monticello</st1:state>.</div>
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But Winifred’s old <st1:place w:st="on">Anglia</st1:place>
caught fire</div>
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and she ran a stop sign drunk,</div>
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killing her passenger,</div>
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broke out of her body cast.</div>
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The women in my family</div>
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couldn’t be tamed or kept.</div>
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After I left the canyon,</div>
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our A-frame caught fire</div>
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and no one thought </div>
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to save the cats.</div>
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A rebuilding is unjust.</div>
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Gyorgy had no <st1:state w:st="on">Monticello</st1:state>,</div>
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but his cabin was home;<br />
he died in a tent</div>
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on scorched ground</div>
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near a smoking cairn of ash.</div>
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I couldn’t stay;</div>
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I had to leave. When I was
cornered</div>
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in my wheelchair</div>
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by leering owls, I launched</div>
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flaming epithets, called a cab,</div>
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willing to sport a peg-leg</div>
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all my days.</div>
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What is the mean streak,</div>
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the Irish coming-after-you gene<br />
in the distended carotid<br />
of every diva with our name?</div>
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Even Mother rose </div>
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from her Garboesque despair, </div>
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disabled the nursing home alarm,</div>
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ran to the beauty parlor,</div>
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and was cursing me out loud</div>
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when her heart shuddered</div>
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and the neon filaments </div>
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of her jailbreak dream </div>
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went dark.</div>
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Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-26795667126698140852013-02-14T06:13:00.002-07:002013-07-11T22:47:52.835-06:00New Poem: The Doll-Maker's Insomnia<br />
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Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-89423392774392510242013-02-08T05:52:00.000-07:002013-02-08T07:49:09.246-07:00New Poem: A Pattern of Embitterment <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">A
Pattern of Embitterment<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">I will never be published by the elites:</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">I acridly muddied the water,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">added
a vinaigrette du malaise,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">said,
<i>Did you even bother? <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">Were you on the rag?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">Now
I force eggs and flour<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">and
olive oil and salt<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">to
take shape in my hands;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">I
make something I can see, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">tilted
here, on my good leg<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">in
the taut rigging of the shadows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">The
fascist male Right<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">will
not keep out of my womb;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">they
rape, with the rusty awl<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">of
sophistry; they troop in<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">wool-bearing and on all fours.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I
drink the longest drafts of life<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">in
the opaque deeps of night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">That
is what insomnia is for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">But, dear editors, who </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">must I service<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">to make it over the
portcullis<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">of the heart-breakers? <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">Long
ago, so long past,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">I
was engaged.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">I
threw a lubricant across the room<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">and
the moon flinched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">The imperious, soul-heisting editors </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">so incongruously planted,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">their ineradicable roots,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">the sperm of their whale. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">My
pasta dough rests<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">as
it is decreed that it should<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">after
kneading.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">At
three a.m.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">this
is the only truly hopeful thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">I
am not resigned. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"> </span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">I am saguaro-woman<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">she whose gall <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">infects the iconic.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">Night
is a long train<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">for
the forsaken;</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">he
whom I love, the reticent one,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">trudges
down dark furrows</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">and
first light opens the casket<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">of
the vanguard blue hills.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-27407649137130904012013-02-04T01:51:00.000-07:002013-02-18T16:21:59.375-07:00New Poem, for The Mag and Beyond.... <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">On
Viewing the Colonnade <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of
the <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manchester</st1:place></st1:city>
Public Library<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">If
only the heart had its own colonnade,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">stone
lions to guard its tenderness,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">how
it winces and shudders in the chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">So
that when dark news comes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">on
darker mornings, faith eclipsed,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">vein-webbed
hands still,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">we
might feel the plunge of the red hawk<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">in
our chests and stand strong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I
am no match for dark news,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">despite
my spine’s luminous colonnade.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Lions
of fear bark in me the night long.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">And
then light verges on the world<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">so
that what we have done to one another<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">is
a <i>bas relief</i> of war on salt-abraded
walls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Ever,
the inner voice speaks:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Endure.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">But
the portico resolve builds<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">falls
to grief’s sea; alabaster dissolves<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to
stuttering brack, the mind<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">goes
eclipse-dark, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">even
the staunchest heart bears <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">watermark
and stain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to see the photo prompt leading to this poem visit Tess Kincaid's <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">The Mag</a>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Jenne' R. Andrews</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Copyright February 2013</span></div>
Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-51979278713743342192013-01-27T16:56:00.001-07:002013-01-28T00:22:56.969-07:00New Poem: Mood Tupelo, for The Mag and Beyond.<br />
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To see the image used in today's The Mag meme, <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">click here.</a> <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Mood
<st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tupelo</st1:place></st1:city><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>She’s
as sweet as tupelo honey<br />
She’s an angel of the first degree<br />
She’s as sweet as tupelo honey<br />
Just like honey from the bee.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Van
Morrison <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I
was never one for high fidelity,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">more
like the wanton barn swallow<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">floating
on air currents, besieged<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">by
tumescent lovers<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">blood-breasted
in the blur of their wings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I
went looking for my muse<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">in
the pile of classical LPs, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">all
bequeathed by the parish priest<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">who
saw my mother sashay<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">in
her <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tupelo</st1:place></st1:city>
two-step, nude,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">past
the slatted doors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">You
don’t know what else <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I
saw and heard. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Come
into the shadows with me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to
hear our scotch-soaked secrets.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">He
never said we were all so damned<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">we
wouldn’t one day trek to heaven.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">But
he came here in his Advent stole<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to
love my mother naked<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">and
kept me quiet with a vinyl windfall<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of
Beethoven and Brahms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2013</span></div>
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<br />Jenne' R. Andrews http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744946229300234443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487059350883726456.post-73954435980065440622013-01-20T14:32:00.002-07:002013-02-12T17:09:24.119-07:00New Poem: Palpation, for Magpie Tales and Beyond..... <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">This poem inspired by the photograph up at <a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/">The Mag</a> today; do participate, and many thanks, Tess, for this Sunday delight. xj </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Palpation<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">I
have my hands on her plump belly<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">again
and again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">The
fetus in the amnion slips away<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to
the country beneath the ribs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">That
is what I want to think--<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">not
a black and migratory lump <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">not-alive
in a certain sense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">My
father traces the jutting canker<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of
the aspen; the growth<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">that
goes looking in the night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">The
opportunist with its artillery<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">of
metastasis. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">That
thing we find in the breast<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">like
a frozen body in a snowfield.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">It’s inevitable. It happens all the time.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Did he say that to his child?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Did he touch her?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Fear
is like the snowfield<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">where
the hands themselves freeze;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">even
though we count on them<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to
reclaim, to wave-- <i>here I am</i>—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">to speak on our behalf, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">when we are mute.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Do
they know where home is?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">Is
it far? Or, will the glacial years<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">gather
momentum, their white memories<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">flowering
frame by frame,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">like
the frost-clenched tulip.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">And who will sing to she who is buried<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua";">beneath the flaring fields of snow?</span></div>
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