Rare High Meadow of Which I Might Dream

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 clothesthis 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 Dreamis 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 captivityin towers and dungeonsVoisine 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 Dreamnavigates the heady intersection of obsessive love and searing loss. Praise forCathedral of the North "Voisine's poetry is wholly unsentimental, tactile, and fi

Connie Voisine is associate professor of English at New Mexico State University and director of La Sociedad para las Artes, an arts outreach organization. She is the author of Cathedral of the North, which received the Associated Writing Programs poetry award.