In these poems of water and ice, of loss and the dreams of loss, a…poet’s body weighs less//than a hollow bird wing, life becoming a meditation on emptiness, emptiness of meditation. These spare and elegant lyric poems approach the purity of meditation itself. As the poet moves through change and the separations of change, that which …was easy has/become the gracious and/cold considered other,/boundaries set. Jonopulos has a stunning gift for capturing the irregular cadences of the human heart. We are all Tristan, she writes, taking what isn’t ours, demanding the/taste of it. She envisions God watching us …from/behind a flimsy screen./If he could touch us,/he would. But he apparently cannot. No wonder, then, that…loss//embeds in each of us. Though loss is a central theme in these poems, Jonopulos is far from a poet of despair. She is, quite the contrary, a poet of unflinching and abiding honesty and purity of vision, a poet who never retreats from facing squarely the passion of human existence. We bend into each other, she reminds us, clamoring to be heard.
Carol Frith--Co-Editor, Ekphrasis www.ekphrasis. com
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