Impassioned verses by a Greek-born writer are characterized by their explicit eroticism and the legacy of Greek myth

Beginning with O (Yale Series of Younger Poets)

Literature & Fiction

Broumas, Olga

Poetry

Yale University Press

This is a book of letting go, of wild avowals, unabashed eroticism; at the same time it is a work of integral imagination, steeped in the light of Greek myth that is part of the poet's heritage and imbued with an intuitive sense of dramatic conflicts and resolutions, high style, and musical form.

Imaginative and uninhibited, Beginning with O is the 72nd volume of the Yale Series of Younger Poets This is a book of letting go, of wild avowals, of unabashed eroticism; at the same time it is a work of integral imagination, steeped in the light of Greek myth that is part of the poet’s heritage and imbued with an intuitive sense of dramatic conflicts and resolutions, high style, and musical form.

Black Holes, Black Stockings explores the physics and probabilities of human relationships, especially those between women. In uniting their two voices, Broumas and Miller create a single, strong, harmonious lyric voice that expresses itself in a collection of intricately woven poems. By immersing ourselves in these poems, we pass through a black hole, leaving pedestrian order behind, and enter a new order of natural images in a lush, erotic world. Emerging from black holes, the poems open like flowers in a shower of release, like a series of Polaroid snapshots, instantaneous and self-contained. Broumas and Miller fashion an elaborate pattern of detail, color, scent, and sound: a ritual of tradition, fantasy, and sensuality. This is a celebration of landscape, time, sensation, and being.

Black Holes, Black Stockings (Wesleyan Poetry Series)

Miller, Jane

Wesleyan University Press

Pastoral Jazz

Copper Canyon Press

A collection of poems, including The Massacre, No Harm Shall Come, Touched, Evensong, and Amberose Triste.

Perpetua

History & Criticism

collaborative poems in Sapphic idiom

Sappho's Gymnasium

Begley, T.

United States

The Choir
I walk and I rest while the eyes of my dead look through my own, inaudible hosannas greet the panorama charged serene and almost ultraviolet with so much witness. Holy the sea, the palpitating membrane divided into dazzling fields and whaledark by the sun. Holy the dark, pierced by late revelers and dawnbirds, the garbage truck suspended in shy light, the oystershell and crushed clam of the driveway, the dahlia pressed like lotus on its open palm. Holy the handmade and created side by side, the sapphire of their marriage, green flies and shit in condums in the crabshell rinsed by the buzzing tide. Holy the light-- the poison ivy livid in its glare, the gypsy moths festooning the pine barrens, the mating monarch butterflies between the chic boutiques. The mermaids handprint on the artificial reef. Holy the we, cast in the mermaid's image, smooth crotch of mystery and scale, inscrutable until divulged by god and sex into its gender, every touch a secret intercourse with angels as we walk proffered and taken. Their great wings batter the air, our retinas bloom silver spots like beacons. Better than silicone or graphite flesh absorbs the shock of the divine crash-landing. I roll my eyes back, skylights brushed by plumage of detail, the unrehearsed and minuscule, the anecdotal midnight themes of the carbon sea where we are joined: zinnia, tomato, garlic wreaths crowning the compost heap.
Elegy
Somebody left the world last night, I felt it so, last minute, last half-breath before the storm that hit all night last night drew back. Midmorning windows streaked with mud like sides of ears. How long
the journey? Sails, the windowpanes the black thick tarp that kept the woodpile. Dry Southern wind, in minutes clothes bone-hard, clamped to the line. Clouds heaving in. The sky, the sky, who did arrive
to kiss the eye behind the windswept sheet? Who was it, solo no longer, shy and desirous to be clean? What song arose, what crust between the lids spat and forgot? I woke, my fingers in my eyes

Rave: Poems, 1975-1998

Frank, incendiary, and luminous collection by influential poet resounds with intense sensuality and seductively unique music.

Rave: Poems, 1975-1999

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Beginning with O (Yale Series of Younger Poets)

Beginning with O (Yale Series of Younger Poets)

Beginning with O (Yale Series of Younger Poets)

Black Holes, Black Stockings (Wesleyan Poetry Series)

Black Holes, Black Stockings (Wesleyan Poetry Series)

Pastoral Jazz

Perpetua

Sappho's Gymnasium

Rave: Poems, 1975-1998

Rave: Poems, 1975-1999