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Название: The Hatching of the Heart

Автор: Margo Swiss

Издательство: Ingram

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Серия: Poiema Poetry Series

isbn: 9781498205191

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      The Poiema Poetry Series

      Poems are windows into worlds; windows into beauty, goodness, and truth; windows into understandings that won’t twist themselves into tidy dogmatic statements; windows into experiences. We can do more than merely peer into such windows; with a little effort we can fling open the casements, and leap over the sills into the heart of these worlds. We are also led into familiar places of hurt, confusion, and disappointment, but we arrive in the poet’s company. Poetry is a partnership between poet and reader, seeking together to gain something of value—to get at something important.

      Ephesians 2:10 says, “We are God’s workmanship . . .” poiema in Greek—the thing that has been made, the masterpiece, the poem. The Poiema Poetry Series presents the work of gifted poets who take Christian faith seriously, and demonstrate in whose image we have been made through their creativity and craftsmanship.

      These poets are recent participants in the ancient tradition of David, Asaph, Isaiah, and John the Revelator. The thread can be followed through the centuries—through the diverse poetic visions of Dante, Bernard of Clairvaux, Donne, Herbert, Milton, Hopkins, Eliot, R. S. Thomas, and Denise Levertov—down to the poet whose work is in your hand. With the selection of this volume you are entering this enduring tradition, and as a reader contributing to it.

      —D.S. Martin

      Series Editor

      The Hatching of the Heart

      Margo Swiss

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      THE HATCHING OF THE HEART

      The Poiema Poetry Series

      Copyright © 2015 Margo Swiss. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical publications or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher. Write: Permissions, Wipf and Stock Publishers, 199 W. 8th Ave., Suite 3, Eugene, OR 97401.

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      ISBN 13: 978-1-4982-0518-4

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      Margo Swiss.

      The hatching of the heart / Margo Swiss.

      viii + 78 p.; 23 cm

      The Poiema Poetry Series

      ISBN 13: 978-1-4982-0518-4

      1. American Poetry—21st Century I. Title II. Series

      PS3674.H535 2015

      Manufactured in the USA.

      To Dave and Jonathan

      and

      other friends and pilgrims

      When our hearts are closed, we live within a shell.

      To extend the egg metaphor: the shell needs to be

      broken open if the life within it is to enter into full

      life. What we need is the “hatching of the heart.”

      And if the heart is not hatched, we die.

      (Marcus Borg, The Heart of Christianity)

      1. A Thin Place

      A thin place is the place where the boundary between heaven

      and earth is especially thin. It’s a place where we can sense the

      divine more readily. (Celtic Tradition)

      Photosynthesis

      “The generative source of poetry is in silence and darkness.”

      (George Whalley, The Poetic Process)

      From silence

      the tidal curve of nothingness

      this reckoning, stone with stone, falls

      on sticks, on brittle tips of things.

      A frill of light spokes and spears in air.

      Touched by it, the barren trunks relent

      melting, blaze luminous,

      fire without heat.

      Shaggy bulbs conceal their carpelled selves,

      abound in sips, a shivery cool,

      while sun with ranging ribs

      breathes its light

      engendering green.

      God’s Kinesis

      “April is the cruellest month . . . .”

      (T. S. Eliot, The Burial of the Dead)

      The buds are breaking, biting themselves in sleep.

      They wrestle interminably under winter scales.

      It would be good to make light of pain as the buds do,

      fighting for life on the inside

      but it is too early for life.

      It is a time of retention.

      Green lives if only in the mind.

      Taut in my season

      there are two reasons for which I endure,

      rivalrous as any green thing:

      April blooms shooting through snow,

      God’s kinesis leafing in air.

      Seeds

      “every expression of the will of God is in some sense a ‘word’ of God and therefore a ‘seed’ of new life.”

      (Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation)

      The hand that sows knows not

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