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Body and Echo: Walking Home at Dusk
Walking Home at Dusk
Fireflies trail like sparks
from a still-smoldering day.
The crescent moon harvests clouds
while corn falls quiet under evening mists.
Crickets have one thing to this, this.
The genius of Jennifer Burd's poetry lies not only in the ways her language inhabits each and every one of her internal and external landscapes, but also in the profound yet playful delight of her responses to, and conversations with, even the smallest details so at home in the universe she
from In Winter
I must belong to a land
under hard freeze,
the mourning dove's silence
above the snow calls trees
out of the blue
so I can see the pure
shape of the world,
each day born
unadorned, stripping me bare,
promising everything.
- Simone Yehuda, author of Thaw and Lifting Water
Fireflies trail like sparks
from a still-smoldering day.
The crescent moon harvests clouds
while corn falls quiet under evening mists.
Crickets have one thing to this, this.
The genius of Jennifer Burd's poetry lies not only in the ways her language inhabits each and every one of her internal and external landscapes, but also in the profound yet playful delight of her responses to, and conversations with, even the smallest details so at home in the universe she
from In Winter
I must belong to a land
under hard freeze,
the mourning dove's silence
above the snow calls trees
out of the blue
so I can see the pure
shape of the world,
each day born
unadorned, stripping me bare,
promising everything.
- Simone Yehuda, author of Thaw and Lifting Water
102 pages, Paperback
First published March 21, 2010
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