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    Her book: Poems
    Her book: Poems
    Her book: Poems
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    Her book: Poems

    By Éireann Lorsung

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    “Exacting, and at the same time utterly magical." —ADA LIMÓN

    With intelligence and crystalline clarity, a chorus of female voices speaks through the poems in Her book, Éireann Lorsung’s luminous second collection.

    Full of youth, wonder, and imagination, Her book crosses distances and generations to celebrate the lives of women, their individual and shared experiences, and the bonds that bring them together. This is also a book about translation (of experience into art, of knowledge across time and space), conversation (with, for instance, work by the artist Kiki Smith), and friendship (especially those made during Lorsung’s time in England). In these poems, the female body rises from a foundation of stars. Songbirds are cut from paper and stormy light. And letters arrive, and disappear, mysteries contained within.

    “Part ecstatic recollection of the many ways places and objects leave their indelible marks upon our bodies and brains, and part timeless ode to the strange female beast that pounds inside of us all” (Ada Limón), Her book is both an inspired work from Lorsung and, fundamentally, her book—poems belonging to all women.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMilkweed Editions
    Release dateJul 22, 2013
    ISBN9781571318794
    Her book: Poems
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    Éireann Lorsung

    Éireann Lorsung is the author of two previous collections of poems: Her Book and Music for Landing Planes By, which was named a New and Noteworthy collection by Poets & Writers. She received a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in 2016. Since completing an MFA at the University of Minnesota, Lorsung has studied printmaking and drawing at Scuola Internazionale di Grafica in Venice and taught high school in rural France. While living in Belgium, she ran a micropress called MIEL Books and a residency space called Dickinson House for writers and artists. She is Visiting Assistant Professor of Creative Writing - Nonfiction at the University of Maine, Farmington.

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      Book preview

      Her book - Éireann Lorsung

      1.

      Fifteen poems for Kiki Smith

      Revelation

      after Kiki Smith

      From inside all this hair I can see you.

      The body on the ground,

      on its own, is resurrection. Female,

      that’s a question of creation.

      Some days hair is miles of messages

      meant for pre-Morse receivers,

      bare scratching of another’s hand

      on vellum that looks like skin.

      The body inside the hair room is

      speaking like most other bodies;

      its speech packs around it like wasp

      paper. Speaking a thin, permanent

      archive. What we call a woman.

      Carrier (standing woman carrying wolf)

      after Kiki Smith

      She was preaching no sermon except

      the one that goes love thyself, sinner, and love

      them animals, the ones running past you

      in the night when you can hardly breathe

      their fur gets so close and all you want to do

      is pass out so you don’t remember how

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