You Were That White Bird: Poems by Shelley GirdnerYou Were That White Bird: Poems by Shelley Girdner

You Were That White Bird: Poems

byShelley Girdner

Paperback | May 10, 2016

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A collection of poems
SHELLEY GIRDNER’S poems have been published in several journals, including most recently Hunger Mountain and Painted Bride Quarterly, as well as The Indiana Review, Mid-American Review, and others. She’s been a featured poet in the Aurorean, a finalist for the Slappering Hol chapbook prize, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize i...
Title:You Were That White Bird: PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:90 pages, 8 × 6 × 0.68 inPublished:May 10, 2016Publisher:Bauhan PublishingLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0872332209

ISBN - 13:9780872332201

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Table of Contents

Before there were birds
Green Stamps
AD + SG 4 ever
Archetypal Rendering of the Male-Female Relationship
We Used to Call Ourselves Kali
My matryoshkas
Thrift-store purses
The reply
Prequel: Hansel and Gretel's stepmother
The long picnic
Two is
The poem
The Persian poets
Viva Glam!
The shore
creation song
God speaks to Adam
Abandoned Mine
The first birth
After the change
What to think of
The back way
Christmas Eve
With apologies to Hendrik Hertzberg, I will never finish reading your article
3 AM magician
The blue hood
The swallowed world
The little house
galaxy of orphans
The ghosts
Some paths,
The prayer
Eve at 80
Smokestack, 6 AM
The first place
In defense of the tooth fairy
Dinosaur eggs
A snowstorm every week for a month
willow tree in snow
Sad bus
Building kites with the ghost of Virgina Woolf
Pilgrims on the road
New Year's Day
Paperwhite in winter
The white car
You were that white bird
Sometime in April
The white mare
The eggs
Dear chick, dear hen-speck

Editorial Reviews

“In her poem, “Before there were birds,” Shelley Girdner talks back to Robert Frost's sonnet “Never Again would Birds' Song Be the Same.” Frost imagines the Biblical Eve “imprinting” the birds in Paradise with her “daylong voice . . . an oversound, / Her tone of meaning but without the words.” Girdners' poem subverts Frost's myth, making the bereft and banished Eve prior to the birds (We said, god gave us birds, by having no words / for love or hope, and then there they were— / nimble and blurred bright enough / we thought we'd lost our sight”). Girdner's Eve discovers (through the mysteries of egg, flight, fallen bone, nest, and fletch) that “there were worlds we could make / other than shelter, other than fire.” These “worlds,” of course, are poems. An Eve-like figure, post-Lapsarian, who has seen the origins and end of a long and very human love affair, moves through the hibernal, grief-struck, fallen world of this startling debut collection with unadulterated sadness and hope. “Honed down to better weather all the weather”—what's present, what's gone—the speaker learns that we can die, and live, more than once. Mindful of Emily Dickinson's admonition that it might be wrong to “Split the Lark” to “find the Music,” Girdner's poems are proof “that partnering will change us / as if to say lie down with me / and leave your mark.”—Lisa Russ Spaar, author of Orexia: Poems; winner, 2016 Pushcart Prize