The Red Coat

The Red Coat Jane Ellen Glasser S Fifth Poetry Collection Begins And Ends On The Metaphor Of The Title S Image I Will Wear Gratitude Like A Red Coat, Forbearing The Shifting Seasons Of Hope And Doubt The Book Consists Of Six Sections, Beginning With An Affirmation Of A Good Life Despite Or Perhaps Because Of The Challenges And Difficulties Inescapable When One Has Lived A Long Time Loss Is The Natural Consequence Of Enduring, And Glasser Does Not Shy Away From Exploring Themes Of Loneliness, Illness, And Death, Transmuting What Is Painful Into Art Her Words Open A Little Door For The Reader To Enter And Say, Yes, I Ve Been Here In One Section, She Addresses Life S Other Big Theme Love, Its Intoxication And Heartache In A Hallmark Grouping Of Ekphrastic Poems, The Lines Are Inspired By The Works Of Artists As Diverse As Ingres, Botero, Seurat, And Manet Another Series Explores The Weird Deaths Of Famous Writers We Also Find Signature Glasser Stuff Lyrical Poems Suffused With Imagery Of Birds, Trees, Mountains, Rivers Nature As Mirror Into A Deeper Understanding Of Human Nature In Circular Design, The Collection Closes On Affirmation This Is Glasser At Her Best

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  • Paperback
  • 96 pages
  • The Red Coat
  • Jane Ellen Glasser
  • English
  • 27 October 2018
  • 9781938853128

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    THE RED COAT by Jane Ellen Glasser A Review by Mary McCue This beautiful, poised book of poetry by Jane Ellen Glasser is a raft taking us upstream and down, but like the title of one poem, A river would never insist, she doesn t jump the bank of the reader s life, preferring instead to trust the alchemy of moon, tide and weather A superior imagination, superior intelligence and superior skill with language are the bones of each poem in The Red Coat.The strength of Glasser s metaphors and images are often startling We can feel the poet s compassion for even a homely lizard and her respect for all life in Garbage Saving it from drowning, the speaker tips a rain pooled garbage can, and the lizard is released, out, out out a green bullet onto the heaven of wet grass Here is a poet who believes in the inter connectedness of all things A fire burns, everything is loss Yet, From nowhere a cardinal blazes a red gash on a black canvas Part philosopher, part artist and all poet she guides us like a muse through art galleries Who wouldn t want to jump into the canvas of Manet s Dejeuner sur l herbe one shimmering afternoon or swirl around the dance floor in Botero s The Dancers The images leap off the page into our laps Only a muscled soul could write of love and aching loneliness in a way that breaks the heart open In Dolor of the Abandoned House, a house abandoned by its long time owner swoons Suspended in time, I wait the way a dog waits, listening for footsteps, the kiss of her key Nothing is delivered from on high in these poems In fact everything feels like it s been discovered, even the questions Tell me what it feels like to lose something one leaf at a time Blind Girl Talking to a Tree Here is a generous and powerful book of poems born out of struggle and determination to live as fully as possible The collection closes with these vows I will ride the day to new places, I will honor the body s complaints forgive mirrors their honesty I will wear gratitude like a red coat forbearing the shifting seasons of hope and doubt Like the speaker in William Meredith s Crossing Over, Glasser has learned to walk light, and we are the richer for it._______________________________________________________________________REVIEW OF JANE ELLEN GLASSER S THE RED COATI have been a fan of Jane Ellen Glasser s poetry and books for decades The depth and quality of her narrative, lyrical poetry continues to nourish and expand my heart and mind The Red Coat is a stunning reflection on the complexity of what goes on in her mind The opening poem, The Long Life ends with exquisite stanzas Be like the heron who stands on the glisteningshoreline tucked into her wings.Roam the countries in the two continentsinside your head Speak to the natives,all those people you have been and are.All you have to do is listen This begins the observations, fantasies, and musings on nature, art and biographies Jane Ellen s is an ordinary, extraordinary life Soon you will be calling to a friend, Listen to this from a part of The Imagined Man I gave him features, a pastiche of partsthat had attracted me to others.I dressed him from Saks To pleasemy children, I made him Jewish.I named him Henry.Her sensitivity of what nature teaches are subtle and true as seen in the ending of Japanese Cherry Blossom Tommorowthe wind will begin its scattering workand it will rain pink petals for a week.As reverie follows bliss, green will follow pink.And green can live for months on memory.She does not pretend that life isn t difficult But there is the choice of how to live it, as expressed in these few lines from Vows for the New Year I will wear gratitude like a red coat,forbearing the shifting seasons of hope and doubt.It is tough to choose just a few bits from this excellent collection My best recommendation buy it Submitted by M J Kledzik

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    We are the publisher, so all of our authors get five stars from us Excerpts THE LONG LIFEThere is no other that you are waiting for.Everything you need is within your reach.When the towhee sings his name in the maple treeoutside your window, sing back your name.The wind will carry it downriverto distant estuaries Think of how hardyou have had to work to get to this moment,how many soles you have discardedalong the way, how many moons have wanedlike shuttered lanterns Now you are light inside.Now you have cast off parents, children,a house, expectations, demands, politics.You have earned the right to be self ish.Be like the heron who stands on the glisteningshoreline tucked into her wings.Roam the countries in the two continentsinside your head Speak to the natives,all those people you have been and are.All you have to do is listen.VOWS FOR THE NEW YEARI will ride the day to new places,reclaiming my child s wonder a buttercup s reflected face,the fallen star of a lightning bug,the baton of a happy dog s tail.I will smile easily and often, hugthe shoulders of each passing secondknowing it will not come again.I will cultivate deserts, bendsunlight to glister off sad highways.I will make food my friend, not my lover.I will walk three miles every dayand greet my neighbors At sixty eightI will honor the body s complaints,forgive mirrors their honesty.I will wear gratitude like a red coat,forbearing the shiftingseasons of hope and doubt.

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