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Reviews for Feasting on Air
by Richard Motycka
Eva Miodownik Oppenheim's lyrics have always confronted the natural world with a nuanced simplicity and calm reflection reminiscent of haiku and Buddhist meditations. The careful reader will detect in these last poems the occasional elegiac hint among her carefully observed pastorals and cityscapes. Truly a wondrous legacy from a wonderful poet.
Richard Motycka, Adjunct Professor of English, SUNY Nassau
by Ted Bookey
A first-rate poet is always marked by an utterly distinct angle of vision and a razor-sharp stylistic edge, unmistakable from the first line laid down. You always recognize it when you see it; a great poem has to function like a black hole, demanding our entire attention, drawing all light into itself.
This is Eva's best (though, alas, last) book yet. She has gotten better and better, though the past remains with its wonders undiminished. These painterly layered poems stop me in my tracks.
Sample from Feasting on Air
Feasting on Air
To Oxygen
I used to breathe you
freely
wandering
under Adirondack pines
or along hot sands
of Georgica Beach
great swallows of you
gorgeous summer air
running in the wind
inhaling lungfuls
as if there were no end
to vast cauldrons
forever swelling
at every whoop of laughter
sudden gulp
every absentminded sniff
generous plenitude
something to devour
float on
squander
because you would always
be there.
Now I carry you on my back
like a diver
tied to plastic spaghetti tubes
an octopus of rationed benevolence
you are delicately served
pulsing in metered liters
at the push of a button
we travel bound
through the October park
sit on green benches
where puff ed up pigeons waddle
sparrows quarrel
and the city air tastes
lovely and rare.
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