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    Soul Mouth: Poems
    Soul Mouth: Poems
    Soul Mouth: Poems
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    Soul Mouth: Poems

    By Marilyn Bowering

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherIndependent Publishers Group
    Release dateSep 4, 2018
    ISBN9781550967067
    Soul Mouth: Poems
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    Marilyn Bowering

    Marilyn Bowering is an award-winning poet and playwright whose first novel, To All Appearances a Lady, was a New York Times Notable Book of 1990. She was born in Winnipeg and grew up in Victoria, British Columbia. She has lived and worked in the United States, Greece, Scotland Spain, and Canada and now makes her home in Sooke British Columbia. Visible Worlds was a finalist for the fourth annual Orange Prize in 1998. One of the most important literary awards in Great Britain, the Orange Prize is given each year to the best novel published there that is written by a woman.

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      Soul Mouth - Marilyn Bowering

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      Soul Mouth

      Marilyn Bowering

      Publishers of Fiction, Poetry, Non-fiction, Drama, Translations and Graphic Books

      Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

      Bowering, Marilyn, 1949-

      Soul mouth / Marilyn Bowering.

      Poems.

      ISBN 978-1-55096-300-7

      I. Title.

      PS8553.O9S68 2012 C811'.54 C2012-906210-3

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      For Xan

      Originally, you were clay.

      From being mineral, you became vegetable.

      From vegetable, you became animal, and from animal, man…

      And you have to go through a hundred different worlds yet.

      —RUMI

      Let the honey accumulate in the comb

      Let it not leak or drizzle away

      Let the bear’s paw not encounter it

      Let the bear’s snout not enter it

      —P.K. PAGE

      See also, then, men carrying past the wall implements of all kinds that rise above the wall, and human images and shapes of animals as well, wrought in stone and wood and every material…

      A strange image you speak of, he said, and strange prisoners.

      Like to us, I said.

      —PLATO

      Contents

      BODY

      Starting School

      Seine

      Crow

      Breakdown

      Fish

      Naked

      Banff, 1953

      Museum

      Airing Cupboard

      Connection

      Tug

      Red Sweater

      Sixteen

      Virgin

      Bear

      Elephant

      Wardrobe

      Hotel

      Fidelity

      Deer

      14 Washington Place

      SOUL

      I have to be still…

      If I knew the horses…

      I am afraid…

      Hours

      Considering Apples

      Only yesterday…

      Chamonix

      I love the little birds…

      That hummingbird…

      Wild Roses

      Satin Flower

      Fawn Lilies

      Summer

      And now I can’t come…

      When I close my eyes…

      She sits in a field…

      In a dark wood…

      THE STORYTELLERS ON THEIR CARPETS

      Soul Mouth

      Wasps’ Nest

      Christmas Eve

      Soul Dressing

      Firebox

      Prayer Room

      Winter Fever

      Passover

      All Winter He Constructs

      The Ferry

      Natural Disasters

      Space Talk

      The Pupils of Plato

      Why are you here, my dear students?

      Dear my students…

      When I used to walk here…

      We are deep in the labyrinth…

      When Scheherazade went to the sultan…

      How many times…

      Nebuchadnezzar

      Naming the Animals in the Time of the Reptiles

      Colour Theory

      Author Biography and Acknowledgments

      BODY

      Starting School

      After you have wiped off flies,

      eaten

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