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    Appetite
    Appetite
    Appetite
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    Appetite

    By Mia Anderson

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    Verve, energy, wit, piquance and pure linguistic excitement: Mia Anderson's poetry is a whole cookbook of poetic experiences. Anderson is always ready to take big risks, and her work shows her love of life in its manyness and accident, as well as a delight in the intricate prism of language.

    Appetite includes the long poem sequence "The Saugeen Sonata" which won The Malahat Review's Long Poem Prize in 1988.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrick Books
    Release dateOct 15, 1989
    ISBN9781771311656
    Appetite
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    Mia Anderson

    Mia Anderson is author of six books of poetry, including The Sunrise Liturgy (2012) and Light Takes (2014), which contains the 2013 Montreal International Poetry Prize-winning poem "The Antenna." A retired theatre actor, Anglican priest, and shepherd, she's also a committed organic grower--and still married.

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      Appetite - Mia Anderson

      APPETITE

      APPETITE

      Mia Anderson

      Bricks Books • Coldstream

      Canadian Cataloguing in Publication Data

      Anderson, Mia

          Appetite

      Poems.

      ISBN 978-1-771311-65-6

      PS8551.N44A8 1988    C811′.54    C89-093012-0

      PR9199.3.A54A8 1988

      Cover: Claudio D'Angelo, Wolf by the River (detail). Oil on board, 18×28

      Published with the assistance of the Canada Council and the Ontario Arts Council.

      Brick Books

      Box 20081

      431 Boler Road

      London, Ontario

      N6K 4G6

      Canada

      www.brickbooks.ca

      for Tom

      and because of

      Jamie & Virginia Mainprize

      Ho! Let your soul delight itself in fatness.

      Isaiah 55: 1, 2

      CONTENTS

      I Lake & River

      Northern Lights

      Advent

      Le Muskoka

      Dear Arne & Marie-Françoise

      Familiar Song

      Choring

      The Diver

      Thaw

      Alter Heron

      Animal Crackers

      Have I Told You How Lovely

      Halfway from Equinox to Solstice

      The Leaving

      II River

      The Saugeen Sonata

      Poke's Progress

      Song of the Lonesome Latchkey

      The Carrot Scherzo

      Affordances

      III Lake

      Lake Muskoka

      Went with the Wind

      Not About Peeing

      Wit's Appetite

      Messengers

      IV Land

      The Dead Man's Shirt

      4 Dozen Lines for Chernobyl

      Elegy for Myself

      Lahar

      February: A Love Poem

      Bulletin from February

      scruie

      The Milky Way Goes into the Food Processor

      The Sign

      Advent Pageant

      Notes

      I

      LAKE & RIVER

      Northern Lights

      Some events stretch the soul,

      loons, lichen, and

      walking the dog at midnight I see

            northern lights.

      Northern lights. People twig when you

      say it. You don't need to explain

      why you are glad you saw them, the

            northern lights.

      You are aseat, buttock to granite in the dark,

      it is the dark of the moon, the stars are stippling

      one half the sky, in the other you are seeing

            northern lights.

      Only if you stay up late and then, still haggling for more,

      break the bonds of your interior, boozy or lit or loud as

      Muskoka Sands, or still, and step out onto this faint shaft

            will you see them.

      The water is invisible, the air is invisible, the trees

      are shadows, you grope, you stumble, you could fall in,

      split your head, instead you fall up, split your head on

            northern lights.

      White, faint green, ghosting rose, stretching silk-

      screen scrim shaken, reflected campfire of the gods,

      there is nothing to say, northern lights, nothing to say,

            northern lights.

      To live here, have nothing, to say,

      nothing more wonderful, north,

      nothing northern more in the dark than

      you this night;

            but this light.

      Advent

      Up betimes.

      Chimney smoke. Sniffs of cherry & chestnut.

      Sleet thawing the freezing-rain crust on the ground's

            hair-shirt of snow the dogs pile through. O!

      trundling freestyle they

      rumble up mini-bits of nacred jig-saw that slick about

            like door knockers under 20 carollers' mittened fists, glass

            carillon continuo: ca ta ka! ta ta ka! tin tinn a bu la ta!

      Délices de neige.

      To the barn, and chores in the mangers.

      Penitential joy. The art or craft

      of purification. The readiness. New water

            for old, into the pails and the old

            hauls-it up a flight

      to hurtle down the waste stones that bank the barn riverward,

            scudding, decrusting,

      cataracting rackety corn-skiing

            rivery slop-water, sloop-deck-swabbing

            & sloping & skidding down the glaceway stones

      scattering klistered shards of spearmint granité ca ta ka!

            ca ta ke te!

      Frozen Mozart.

      These are Dog Days! Not the loU-drooping, tongued wavers

            of August, flea-ridden and burred, but

      hearthy, hoppy, ice-fired and vigorous rigor viris of

            December: Advent.

      The sheep mooch about, waiting for birth. Ice

      pellets their wool with little balls, a few berries of

            turd from their straw pallets

      tangle with the fleece, straw tickets and tags of

            pure unvirgin wool

      loop from their burthen bellies, their knees are brown

            with kneeling, they're getting ready.

      The dog who grooms the ram's face grooms the ram's face,

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