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Things As They Are
by Eva Miodownik Oppenheim – copyright 2005
ISBN 0-9769929-2-2
$10 including postage and handling
Reviews for Things As They Are
by Charlotte Mandel, Center for Research on Women, Barnard College
Oppenheim gifts the reader with poems of humane resonance. In language that is fluent and graceful, yet accurate, the poems offer mindful vignettes of the city. Her skills of portrayal bring us the senses of individuals she has loved through the passages of generations, the shocks and lessons sustained as a child refugee from Nazi Germany, her evolution into mature understanding of her parents. Listening to the music of mind and memory in these poems, one's own understanding of the world is deepened.
Sample from Things As They Are
Things As They Are
Those trees
for instance
bending in the sun
without portent or promise
not as we translate them
into ourselves
but as they are this moment
--simply there.
This small brown spider
scuttling about its business on the sill
spinning away the hours
as they are offered
not solemn, not sad
and without bitterness
at the inevitable loss of summer.
The forest does not turn itself inside out
for our amusement.
It is merely itself
to be left alone
as it ignores us.
Yet we go on looking for ourselves
among the leaves.
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