This collection of linked poems takes the reader on a journey where angels ride bicycles, wounds both grieve and heal, and our will/diving through the shuddering/wet world, carries us. Resonant with a longing so ardent and spacious, these are poems of place and displacement, sickness and health. A poet of striking maturity, Eleonore Schonmaier writes of icy depths and serene pools with equal ease.
This collection of linked poems takes the reader on a journey where angels ride bicycles, wounds both grieve and heal, and our will/diving through the...
At night we swim / following the fence: / diverted / we enter the net / shaped like a heart / and in the heart the hook / guides us to the back A stunning unfolding of memory, Wavelengths of Your Song juxtaposes a childhood in the northern Canadian wilderness with the adventures of an international creative life. Genuine environmentalism is at the heart of this collection. Migrations of birds and humans lend their songs to the vivid writing and a tangible, sensory reality emerges from their sounds. Music by Beethoven and Rzewski, paintings by Norval Morrisseau and Kandinsky, and writing by...
At night we swim / following the fence: / diverted / we enter the net / shaped like a heart / and in the heart the hook / guides us to the back A stun...
At times apocalyptic and other times passionate and intimate, Eleonore Schonmaier's poems show the beauty of the lived and natural world in both wilderness and urban settings. A woman hides her love letters in beehives, a cherry tree in full blossom is transported horizontally on a bike, and three crows tap their beaks on a metal door. A grandmother gestures how birds once flew in blue skies, public smiles are outlawed, and a shot-down jet lands in a field of wildflowers. Men from warm countries wear big coats and are falsely suspected of hiding bombs, an Indigenous man is forced by police...
At times apocalyptic and other times passionate and intimate, Eleonore Schonmaier's poems show the beauty of the lived and natural world in both wilde...