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Reviews for Heaven Jumping Woman
by Stephen Petroff
For years, I have envied Pam Burr Smith's mastery of the flow of discursive poetry--nothing creeps into the poem without her intention. In the present book, the poet is alive to pleasure, but each poem has a core of grief. Sometimes this grief is the hidden subject of the poem. Always, for me, another hidden subject in her poetry is story as a means of explaining the world...I'd like to give Pam that job.
by Chris Fahy
Pam Burr Smith's poems of keen observation show us the magic and mystery in everyday moments. Their metaphors delight--"A falsetto sweet and round as butter cookies," dogs "whining like the worried violins of history". They often surprise and often amuse and frequently touch the heart with their tender revelations.
Sample from Heaven Jumping Woman
We are doing
We are doing that intimate delicate
Vulnerable elegant thing
Called aging
In front of each other
The children the neighbors the home videos
The snapshots and the surprises in the mirror
We are growing to look like our parents
And the other ancestors
In the old photos of places now gone
Year by year we meet for parties or walks
We have learned the ache of regret
And the grace of familiar places
Gently to find in the candlelight at dinner
That the lessons we have learned together
Or wrestled out alone
Have written messages on our faces
That we can read
But have not yet learned
How to tell the children
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