{"product_id":"9781639802333","title":"Your Form Became My Own","description":"\"There is another world, but it is in this one,\" wrote Paul Éluard, and Jeanne Foster's numinous, visionary poems in \u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eYour Form Became My Own\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e illustrate this insight better than any I know. Deeply felt, elegantly articulated, and brilliantly imaginative, they are set in Italy, California, and the American Gulf Coast of her youth. On the one hand, she is writing a religious poem, and at the same time a love poem. Foster's gift is to witness again and again the timeless in a single glimpse. Her focus is pure, her language of a compelling originality, beauty, and exactness, and her metaphors have the authority of facts. She affirms a mutable, animated, and personal world with a prayerful candor that I have not seen since reading the Italian poems of her mentor, James Wright.\u003cp\u003e-Rodney Jones\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJeanne Foster's marvelous poems live in what the psychoanalyst DW Winnicott called the potential space between the self and other. What we find there-love, loss, madness, God-is evoked not as languid dreamscape but in sharply chiseled images: A foot \u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003ethe shape of the Amati Violin, \u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e a father who \u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003espeaks a language \/ known to doves.\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/i\u003eThe presences in these poems are saturated with absence, while an almost-lover becomes an ineffable, but somehow consoling, presence.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e-David Shaddock, author of \u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003ePoetry and Psychoanalysis: The Opening of the Field\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA collection of great originality and beauty, marvelous details and strong feelings; somehow under the spell of Montale in its mysteriousness and Italian setting. I like the plot of the ghost lover. Jeanne Foster's poetry holds within it the small-a baby lizard-and the great-the roofless skeleton of the church of San Galgano: \u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003ethe ceiling sweeping strokes \/ of pure blue ether\u003c\/i\u003e-\u003ci\u003e \/ open soul.\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e-Bianca Tarozzi\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Kelsay Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48525224018161,"sku":"9781639802333","price":20.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0674\/5433\/7265\/files\/9781639802333_p0.jpg?v=1786248726","url":"https:\/\/shop.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781639802333","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble","version":"1.0","type":"link"}