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Dede Wilson accomplishes what few poets attempt. She wrestles grief to the ground, turning it into song. Her poems are unflinching. From “...the shawl of darkness / the collar of grief,” she awakens you “...to branch and birdsong / the measure of bells.” She translates a pesky ringing in the ears to “...secrets the kettle is begging to spill / Apples singing as they’re pee Dede Wilson accomplishes what few poets attempt. She wrestles grief to the ground, turning it into song. Her poems are unflinching. From “...the shawl of darkness / the collar of grief,” she awakens you “...to branch and birdsong / the measure of bells.” She translates a pesky ringing in the ears to “...secrets the kettle is begging to spill / Apples singing as they’re peeled.” Though her lovely, lyrical lines ring of courage, she is quick to remind you “...how I break at the knees.” This collection translates an ordinary life into a life lived under the stars. Unforgettable.


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Dede Wilson accomplishes what few poets attempt. She wrestles grief to the ground, turning it into song. Her poems are unflinching. From “...the shawl of darkness / the collar of grief,” she awakens you “...to branch and birdsong / the measure of bells.” She translates a pesky ringing in the ears to “...secrets the kettle is begging to spill / Apples singing as they’re pee Dede Wilson accomplishes what few poets attempt. She wrestles grief to the ground, turning it into song. Her poems are unflinching. From “...the shawl of darkness / the collar of grief,” she awakens you “...to branch and birdsong / the measure of bells.” She translates a pesky ringing in the ears to “...secrets the kettle is begging to spill / Apples singing as they’re peeled.” Though her lovely, lyrical lines ring of courage, she is quick to remind you “...how I break at the knees.” This collection translates an ordinary life into a life lived under the stars. Unforgettable.

31 review for Under the Music of Blue

  1. 4 out of 5

    Alan

    I won this book in a Goodreads First Reads giveaway. I don't often read poetry, mainly because there are very few poems that I enjoy. I must say that 'Under the Music of Blue' was an exception, as I enjoyed all. Recommended. I won this book in a Goodreads First Reads giveaway. I don't often read poetry, mainly because there are very few poems that I enjoy. I must say that 'Under the Music of Blue' was an exception, as I enjoyed all. Recommended.

  2. 5 out of 5

    FutureCycle Press

    We are the publisher, so all of our authors get five stars from us. Excerpts: CHAMELEON He flushes green to cling to mint or molds to rock in sullen umber as though a crayoned ghost, for even the hint of ghost must stay concealed. Perhaps most ghosts, caught in the blush of dying, turn aubergine and nest among the plums. For what is a ghost but the stain of memory? Here we speak of other ways of hiding, behind the curtain of prayers where we beg for our children’s lives so long it is superstition: Our Fa We are the publisher, so all of our authors get five stars from us. Excerpts: CHAMELEON He flushes green to cling to mint or molds to rock in sullen umber as though a crayoned ghost, for even the hint of ghost must stay concealed. Perhaps most ghosts, caught in the blush of dying, turn aubergine and nest among the plums. For what is a ghost but the stain of memory? Here we speak of other ways of hiding, behind the curtain of prayers where we beg for our children’s lives so long it is superstition: Our Father, who art in inner space, spare me the wraiths of your wretched garden. Make me chameleon. Hide me. ODE TO THE SAGUARO Perhaps that fluttering in your flesh is birds who’ve filled you with their nests. They’ve riddled you with chiseling. Cool and white, your summer blossoms ripen dark and figgy. Few seeds survive. The desert feasts. And winds lose some. Beneath your folds a filigree of lattices and ribs. Here sponges hold life for those who thirst near you. I’d never laugh at how you stand—arms in poses, leg flamingoed in the sand. I understand. I know how old you are, how old I am.

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