Connie Voisine Book of Poems a Finalist for LA Times Book Award


(CINCO PUNTOS, REPRESENTED BY JOHN BYRD, WILL BE THERE: BOOTH #347 ON TOP OF THE STAIRCASE, instead of at the bottom, THIS TIME.)
Below is a poem I cut and pasted off the University of Chicago Press website. Being technically inept, I can't figure out how to put in all the line indents via blogger. Forgive me, Connie. To see the poem properly scattered across the screen, go here.
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.
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