A Blessing on the Poets
Sharers and savers, musers and achers,
You who are open to hide or uncover,
May language's language, the silence that lies
Under each word, move you, over and over . . .
”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
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.
"A book rare to find . . . because it engages spot on with the sacred power of Death. 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
"A ravishing contribution . . A remarkable achievement!"
—J. D. McClatchy, Yale University
Summer Solstice Chant
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."
"The cadences and patterns of Annie Finch’s Eve feel like they have summoned and commanded form, not the reverse."
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
"Here is a unique mind at literary play."
"The Encyclopedia of Scotland fundamentally demonstrates just how deep Finch’s commitment to language is."
— Ron Silliman