A Blessing on the Poets
Patient earth-diggers, impatient fire-makers,
Hungry word-takers and roving sound-lovers,
Sharers and savers, musers and achers,
You who are open to hide or uncover,
Time-keepers and –haters, wake-sleepers, sleep-wakers:
May language’s language, the silence that lies
Under each word, move you over and over,
Turning you, wondering, back to surprise.
”Annie Finch’s Spells is a pure tone that calls us home to the first impulse of poetry. We link to mystery. We lift off.”
"An amazingly gifted voice at the height of her talents. Spells will simply leave you enchanted."
—David Bowles, The Monitor
One plume of salt-spray thrown up by a rock-face,
one pebble left on the shore where it lands.
There is no end if there was no beginning,
so help me to tell where this ending began,
gathering women who touch, who honor,
who loom traditions through the body of earth.
Please lend me your voices, and some of our stories,
to spiral this shell through the layers of sand.
When it began, I was travelling onward—
"This book will be very helpful to women who have been struggling to come to terms with the spiritual side of abortion."
—Linda Weber, counselor and author of Life Choices: The Teachings of Abortion
"No art form is as extravagant as opera, and Annie Finch has made a ravishing contribution to it–and to the poetic traditions behind her dramatic encounter with the goddesses. . . A remarkable achievement!"
—J. D. McClatchy, Yale University
Summer Solstice Chant
The sun, rich and open,
stretches and pours on the bloom of our work.
In the center of the new flowers,
a darker wing of flower
points you like a fire.
Point your fire like a flower.
“Annie Finch’s Calendars is the work of a major poet.”
– Charles Altieri, University of California at Berkeley
"This is a book that will last."
When mother Eve took the first apple down
from the tree that grew where nature's heart had been
and came tumbling, circling, rosy, into sin,
which goddesses were lost, and which were found?
"Whenever I get discouraged about some trends in contemporary poetry, I think of Annie Finch, a shining light, and I feel better."
"Annie Finch has given us a book rich in experience, women’s history, memory and form."
— Sonia Sanchez
Oh I hated each tread and each riser
Never hated anything so much.
Each blue trea. Each red riser. Each lichen-licking yellow metafour
Up up up up
nwod nwod nwod nwoD
Each rustling lickeling my crotch and each moth after all those sheep
"Here is a unique mind at literary play."
"The Encyclopedia of Scotland fundamentally demonstrates just how deep Finch’s commitment to language is. It will force many readers to rethink."
— Ron Silliman