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Poem by Kimberly Burwick

Eyewear is very glad to welcome Kimberly Burwick (pictured) to this feature.

Burwick obtained her B.A in literature from the University of Wisconsin, and her M.F.A. in poetry from Antioch University- Los Angeles. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Indiana Review, The Literary Review, Fence, Conjunctions and others.

Her first book of poems Has No Kinsmen was recently published by California-based Red Hen Press.

She currently teaches at the University of Connecticut, and lives on a farm in northwestern Massachusetts.

I first met her in New York at the panel discussion on politics and poetry I was chairing, which featured Paul Muldoon, Pascale Petit, Mimi Khalvati, Glyn Maxwell and Simon Armitage, during the week-long series of events celebrating the launch of Short Fuse, an anthology I co-edited a few years back for Rattapallax.

Since then, I've been following her work with much interest, and have been glad to publish her at Nthposition. She strikes me as being one of the best innovative poets of her American generation.


Bright

There is shame
in marking the passage,
praise in objecting.
The mind is driven
to the not lush,
the feather
of no robin,
the symbol
of the lamb
and yet—
when you carry
her to me,
white as she is,
your hands
clayed with milk
and magnolia –
It is not ungodly.

poem by Kimberly Burwick
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mb said…
kim is amazing. i went to antioch with her. thank you for sharing her brilliance.

mb
Fri Oct 24, 04:04:00 am 2008
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