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    In Houses With Ladders
    In Houses With Ladders
    In Houses With Ladders
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    In Houses With Ladders

    By Roberta Gould

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    Born in Brooklyn, New York, Roberta Gould is the author of 11 books of poetry, including: Louder Than Seeds, Pacing the Wind and What History Trammels.
    Gould's poems have appeared in many poetry journals such as Green Mountain Review, Confrontation, and The Manhattan Poetry Review, in many Poetry Anthologies, The New York Times, and in numerous online publications.
    Roberta Gould attended Brooklyn College, The National University of Mexico and The University of California in Berkley where she received an MA in Romance Languages. She enjoys playing the music of Baroque and classical composers at the piano. Gould feels that living in the Hudson River Valley has inspired her to deepen her awareness of geology and plant anatomy.

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    “I enjoy the whimsy-the amazing range and variety. Gould sifts our whole civilization in a mere stanza and gets it right” Kati Millett

    “Lively , fresh, unpredictable, your vital poems strike chords.” X. J. Kennedy

    "Roberta Gould's themes move from the natural world to the historical and political, to art and love engaging the reader with the passion and precision of her language." Jacques Travers

    "Gould's work is concise and communicative and should be considered for any comprehensive collection of present day poetry."
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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRoberta Gould
    Release dateApr 12, 2011
    ISBN9780961530051
    In Houses With Ladders
    Author

    Roberta Gould

    Born in Brooklyn, New York, Roberta Gould is the author of 11 books of poetry, including: Louder Than Seeds, Pacing the Wind and What History Trammels.Gould's poems have appeared in many poetry journals such as Green Mountain Review, Confrontation, and The Manhattan Poetry Review, in many Poetry Anthologies, The New York Times, and in numerous online publications.Roberta Gould attended Brooklyn College, The National University of Mexico and The University of California in Berkley where she received an MA in Romance Languages. She enjoys playing the music of Baroque and classical composers at the piano. Gould feels that living in the Hudson River Valley has inspired her to deepen her awareness of geology and plant anatomy.Reviews:“I enjoy the whimsy-the amazing range and variety. Gould sifts our whole civilization in a mere stanza and gets it right” Kati Millett“Lively , fresh, unpredictable, your vital poems strike chords.” X. J. Kennedy"Roberta Gould's themes move from the natural world to the historical and political, to art and love engaging the reader with the passion and precision of her language." Jacques Travers"Gould's work is concise and communicative and should be considered for any comprehensive collection of present day poetry."The Library Journal:Choice

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      Book preview

      In Houses With Ladders - Roberta Gould

      Anyone Can See

      I'm on Black Mountain

      not the one where fame abounded

      accruing when the group

      set it off...new

      style for a day

      I write anyhow

      not that the dog reads

      or God is watching...

      so many wars

      occupy his time

      Still I do it, condense

      a tree in one line

      It straddles a boulder

      over the stream

      flowing fast

      I only suggest it

      expecting you to guess

      which is good for the imagination

      And why bother to repeat

      what anyone in the world can see?

      The Danger

      Sweep down in a violet rush

      thick acrylic! Tease the black poplar

      that is starved, threatened by every light color

      converged from the sea of the sky

      Add your long teeth to the danger

      the brilliant hint of flame behind its high glob

      will transform when rocks start to rumble

      and the earth, tilted in orbit, straightens up

      Shared Dwelling

      Horses used to live in your house

      A black and white pair

      nuzzled each other painted on the bricks

      outside your top windows

      and six large letters

      spelling HORSES

      over what is now the garage

      were a sign to allto board their fruit-cart nags

      or the steeds they rode between towns

      Now the facade has been redone

      and if there were no neighing in your sleep

      even you would not suspect

      the years of shelter they took under your roof

      when you were invisible

      as now they are

      alive in the stable of your dreams

      The Slave Quarters

      Port Au Prince, Haiti. 1998

      Behind the curtained

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