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    Marrying the Animals
    Marrying the Animals
    Marrying the Animals
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    Marrying the Animals

    By Cornelia Hoogland

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    Near the centre of Marrying the Animals, Cornelia Hoogland's new book of poetry, is the sequence "In the Meantime: Elizabeth Smart Poems" Hoogland's exploration of Smart's obsession with the poet George Barker is an apt heart for this volume, for its abiding spirit is passion. With feather touch and "kelp green longing," Hoogland pauses over the minutiae of the daily, of the loved. Her lyric intensity embraces family, friends, lovers and literature. Yet she never ignores the untameable passion that circumscribes both love and language, and shades the familiar into wilderness.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrick Books
    Release dateSep 15, 1995
    ISBN9781771312103
    Marrying the Animals
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    Cornelia Hoogland

    Cornelia Hoogland's Woods Wolf Girl (Wolsak and Wynn, 2011) was a finalist for the ReLit Award for Poetry. Her story "Sea Level" was shortlisted for the 2012 CBC Creative Nonfiction Prize. Cornelia serves on national and international literary boards, and was the founder and artistic director of Poetry London and, most recently, of Poetry* Hornby Island, on the BC Gulf Island she calls home. Trailer Park Elegy is her seventh book.

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      Marrying the Animals - Cornelia Hoogland

      Marrying the Animals

      Cornelia Hoogland

      Marrying the Animals

      Brick Books

      CANADIAN CATALOGUING IN PUBLICATION DATA

      Hoogland, Joan Cornelia, 1952-

      Marrying the animals

      Poems.

      ISBN 0-919626-84-x

      I. Title.

      PS8565.065M37 1995     c811'.54     C95-931810-0

      PR9199.3.H66M37 1995

      Copyright © Cornelia Hoogland, 1995.

      The support of the Canada Council and the Ontario Arts Council is gratefully acknowledged. The support of the Government of Ontario through the Ministry of Culture, Tourism and Recreation is also gratefully acknowledged.

      Cover art by Jose Ventura, ‘Floral Offering’, acrylic on canvas, 40″ x 30″. From the collection of Maja Leard and David Bar-tesko, Edmonton.

      Brick Books

      www.brickbooks.ca

      Box 20081

      431 Boler Road

      London, Ontario

      N6K 4G6

      Canada

      This book is for the first and best,

      my sister Hennie.

      CONTENTS

      Tongue

      Root and Furrow

      And We Are

      The One Longed for Is Never Enjoyed In the Anticipated Way

      Writing in the Spring

      That September I Returned to School

      Even the Night

      Afterword

      Green Thief

      The Centre of the Universe

      The Thing Which in the Waking World Comes Nearest to a Dream

      If You Who Are My Bliss Should Come

      Boulevard of Plums the Morning They Open

      Yonder

      Folding Chairs

      In the Meantime: Elizabeth Smart Poems

      Each Bird Walking

      First Room

      The Only Place You Were Ever Headed

      Close-Up at the Window

      Poetry Reading, 6th Floor

      Each Bird Walking

      Near Twelve

      Grade School Report

      From the Alley

      True Religion

      Young Girl's Thoughts of Birds

      Daughter in Spring

      In Bed After the Earthquake Lecture

      Girl Who Went Forth

      Weather Prediction

      Bread 'n Milk

      Your Royal Shape

      Construction Workers Eating Lunch

      Passage

      Marrying the Animals

      The Girl Who Went Forth to Learn Fear

      The Body Wants a Healed Animal

      What I Mean Is, I Miss You

      Loving You in This Place

      We Love the Same Songs

      A Woman's Strength

      The Little Room Your Hands Make

      Notes

      Acknowledgements

      Tongue (child at the edge

      of the frogpond) dips its ladle

      for consonants.

      Root and Furrow

      AND WE ARE

      Not for effect do I say we kissed in the orchard.

      Like the gardener who left

      it to bramble, I abandoned us

      in grade nine, on the way home

      from catechism. Moon on our cheeks

      like small white squares on paintings of apples.

      We embraced for twenty minutes,

      unmoving, as if waiting for our limbs

      those small hard knobs of breasts growing out of me,

      that bright act of yours (Moses' rod-turned-snake),

      to twist together like branches. Breathless under trees

      our whole lives waiting for this to happen

      THE ONE LONGED FOR IS NEVER

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