Like the seal in Elizabeth Bishop's "At the Fishhouses," Poole is a believer in "total immersion." Her poems plumb the fleshy depths--be they a body of water, the movement of a willow, a field combed by light, or the beguiling pigments in a Rembrandt. Although the poems' surfaces appear to be about the death of a sister, a painting by Bonnard, or a naked statue of Hermes, their ultimate focus is on interiority. The speaker of these poems shudders, tenses, is secreted away by the physicality of the world, and in the process is ravished and ravishing.
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About the Author
Joan Lauri Poole was born and raised in New York City. She has published poems in New York Quarterly, Brooklyn Review, Shenandoah, the Literary Review, Blue Mesa, and other literary magazines. Generous portions of her work appeared in This Full Green Hour: An Anthology by the One O'Clock Poets and at Ducts.org. She lives in Manhattan with the poet John Couturier and a poodle named Oliver.