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Ode to the Heart Smaller than a Pencil Eraser
Ode to the Heart Smaller than a Pencil Eraser
Ode to the Heart Smaller than a Pencil Eraser
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“When Luisa Igloria cites Epictetus—‘as soon as a thing has been seen, it is carried away, and another comes in its place’—she introduces the crowded and contradictory world her poems portray: a realm of transience, yes, where the vulnerable come to harm and everything disappears, but also a scene of tremendous, unpredictable bounty, the gloriously hued density this poet loves to detail. ‘I was raised / to believe not only the beautiful can live on / Parnassus,’ she tells us, and she makes it true, by including in the cyclonic swirl of her poems practically everything: a gorgeous, troubling over-brimming universe."
—Mark Doty, judge for the 2014 Swenson Award

The May Swenson Poetry Award, an annual competition named for May Swenson, honors her as one of America's most provocative and vital writers. During her long career, Swenson was loved and praised by writers from virtually every school of American poetry. She left a legacy of fifty years of writing when she died in 1989. She is buried in Logan, Utah, her hometown.

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Release dateSep 15, 2014
ISBN9780874219791
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    Ode to the Heart Smaller than a Pencil Eraser - Luisa A. Igloria

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    CONTENTS


    Foreword by Mark Doty

    I

    Wanderer

    Derecho Ghazal

    My Love, I Want to Tell You of Today

    Dear Epictetus, This is to You Attributed

    How to Flinch

    Landscape, with an End and a Beginning

    Campus Elegy

    Landscape, with Red Boots and a Branch of Dead Cherry

    Boy

    Why Appropriation Is Not Necessarily the Same as Mastery

    Certified

    With Feeling

    Persistent Triolet

    What You Don’t Always See

    Appetite

    Letter to Myself, Reading a Letter

    Intercession

    Closer

    Wake

    II

    Mondo Inteirinho

    Anniversary

    A Single Falling Note Above

    Grenadilla

    Saturday Afternoon at the Y

    On the Nature of Things

    Unbelievable Ends

    In a Hotel Lobby, Near Midnight

    Landscape, with Cardinal and Earring

    Empty Ghazal

    Letter to Providence

    Letter to Arrhythmia

    Letter to Levity

    Interior, with Roman Shades and Lovers

    Recursive

    Taxonomies

    Lover to Lover, Air

    Imperfect Ode

    Villanelle of the Red Maple

    Love Poem with Skull and Candy Valentines

    Landscape, with Remnants of a Tale

    Landscape, with Darkness and Hare

    Not Yet There

    III

    Hum

    Dumbwaiter

    Spangled

    Ghazal: Chimerae

    I Write Letters to Some Other Sea

    Improvisations

    Fata Morgana

    Aubade

    Letter to Love

    Landscape, with Mockingbird and Ripe Figs

    Mobius

    What Cannot Eat

    Landscape, with Sudden Rain, Wet Blooms, and a Van Eyck Painting

    Ode to the Heart Smaller than a Pencil Eraser

    Unending Lyric

    Ghazal of the Transcendental

    Night Heron, Ascending

    The Wren in the Lilac Cycles through Its Songs at Breakneck Speed

    Reprieve

    Hallucinatorio

    Acknowledgments

    About the Author

    The May Swenson Poetry Award

    FOREWORD


    Luisa A. Igloria frames the first poem in this lush, unexpected book with a quote from Epictetus: ". . . as soon as a thing has been seen, it is carried away, / and another comes in its place." The Stoic philosopher may offer this principle as a cause for detachment, but Igloria, I’d hazard, sees things differently: transience, if not exactly cause for celebration, is for her an occasion for the new to present itself. Her poems are drunk with the world’s bounty; they fill themselves with life: birds and flowers, Dürer’s engravings, tattooed mothers swimming at the Y, fruits whose flavors could hardly be more delicious than their names: carambola, grenadilla, maracuya. The solid ground on which her poems rest is love for the world in all its pungent variety. A goodly part of what I mean by love is close attention, a profound interest in and regard for what’s out there. Igloria’s poetry is a kind of tally, an accounting, a guide to the spectacle of the given, the strangeness and complexity of what surrounds us. Here, she seems to say to her readers, I’d like you to look here and

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