Rare High Meadow of Which I Might Dream (Phoenix Poets Series)

__The Bird is Her Reason__ There are some bodies that emerge into desire as a god rises from the sea, emotion and memory hang like dripping clothes—this want is like entering that heated red on the mouth of a Delacroix lion, stalwart, always that red which makes my teeth ache and my skin feel a hand that has never touched me, the tree groaning outside becomes a man who knocks on my bedroom window, edge of red on gold fur, the horse, the wild flip of its head, the rake of claws across its back, the unfocussed, swallowed eye. __Rare High Meadow of Which I Might Dream__ is a book haunted by the afterlife of medieval theology and literature yet grounded in distinctly modern quandaries of desire. Connie Voisine’s female speakers reverberate with notes of Marie de France’s tragic heroines, but whereas Marie’s poems are places where women’s longings quickly bloom and die in captivity—in towers and dungeons—Voisine uses narrative to suspend the movement of storytelling. For Voisine, poems are occasions for philosophical wanderings, extended lyrics that revolve around the binding and unbinding of desire, with lonely speakers struggling with the impetus of wanting as well as the necessity of a love affair’s end. With fluency, intelligence, and deeply felt emotional acuity, __Rare High Meadow of Which I Might Dream__ navigates the heady intersection of obsessive love and searing loss. Praise for __Cathedral of the North__ “Voisine’s poetry is wholly unsentimental, tactile, and filled with unexpected beauty. She is political in the best sense. . . . A dazzling, brave, and surprising first book.”—Denise Duhamel, __Ploughshares__

the Bird Is Her Reason
there Are Some Bodies That Emerge
                                                       Into Desire As A God
rises From The Sea, Emotion And
                           Memory Hang Like Dripping Clothes—this
                Want Is Like
                                      Entering That Heated Red
 
on The Mouth Of A Delacroix Lion,
                Stalwart, Always That Red
                             Which Makes
my Teeth Ache And My Skin Feel
          A Hand That Has Never Touched Me,
                                       The Treegroaning Outside Becomes
                         A Man Who Knocks On My Bedroom Window,
edge Of Red On Gold Fur,
                          The Horse, The Wild
flip Of Its Head, The Rake Of Claws
                           Across Its Back, The Unfocussed,
                                                                      Swallowed Eye.
           
rare High Meadow Of Which I Might Dream Is A Book Haunted By The Afterlife Of Medieval Theology And Literature Yet Grounded In Distinctly Modern Quandaries Of Desire. Connie Voisine’s Female Speakers Reverberate With Notes Of Marie De France’s Tragic Heroines, But Whereas Marie’s Poems Are Places Where Women’s Longings Quickly Bloom And Die In Captivity—in Towers And Dungeons—voisine Uses Narrative To Suspend The Movement Of Storytelling. For Voisine, Poems Are Occasions For Philosophical Wanderings, Extended Lyrics That Revolve Around The Binding And Unbinding Of Desire, With Lonely Speakers Struggling With The Impetus Of Wanting As Well As The Necessity Of A Love Affair’s End. With Fluency, Intelligence, And Deeply Felt Emotional Acuity, rare High Meadow Of Which I Might Dream navigates The Heady Intersection Of Obsessive Love And Searing Loss.   
           
praise For cathedral Of The North
“voisine’s Poetry Is Wholly Unsentimental, Tactile, And Filled With Unexpected Beauty. She Is Political In The Best Sense. . . . A Dazzling, Brave, And Surprising First Book.”—denise Duhamel, ploughshares

 

 

"Rare High Meadow of Which I Might Dream is a book haunted by the afterlife of medieval theology and literature yet grounded in distinctly modern quandaries of desire. Connie Voisine's female speakers reverberate with notes of Marie de France's tragic heroines, but whereas Marie's poems are places where women's longings quickly bloom and die in captivity--in towers and dungeons--Voisine uses narrative to suspend the movement of storytelling. For Voisine, poems are occasions for philosophical wanderings, extended lyrics that revolve around the binding and unbinding of desire, with lonely speakers struggling with the impetus of wanting as well as the necessity of a love affair's end. With fluency, intelligence, and deeply felt emotional acuity, Rare High Meadow of Which I Might Dream navigates the heady intersection of obsessive love and searing loss."--Publisher's website Rare High Meadow Of Which I Might Dream Is A Book Haunted By The Afterlife Of Medieval Theology And Literature Yet Grounded In Distinctly Modern Quandaries Of Desire ... For Voisine, Poems Are Occasions For Philosophical Wanderings, Extended Lyrics That Revolve Around The Binding And Unbinding Of Desire, With Lonely Speakers Struggling With The Impetus Of Wanting As Well As The Necessity Of A Love Affair's End. --university Of Chicago Press. The Early Days Of Aviation -- The Invisible Man Remained -- The Bird Is Her Reason -- Anonymous Lyric -- Love Poem -- Fly -- Dangerous For Girls -- Apart, Away -- First Taste -- Weathercam, The Horizon -- To Ireland, To Bethlehem -- The Bitter After -- Sorry I Don't Like You -- The Beginning Of Things -- This Is For The Silver Of Highway. Connie Voisine. A collection of poems, which are haunted by the afterlife of medieval theology and literature yet grounded in distinctly modern quandaries of desire. Offers a collection of poems, which reflect places where women's longings quickly bloom and die in captivity.