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The Shape of an Ark / Mara Levine

Poetry arrives in many guises, but rarely does it present itself as vividly as in this powerful collection of insights, images and soul songs. The world of poetry is a better place, thanks to The Shape of an Ark. We are buoyed as though accompanying a spiritual Noah, assured in the hopes of the covenant, so finely expressed by this poet, as she cries out, as a harbinger, against the horrors of history’s endless repetitions, never letting us forget the old and deadly lessons. —Arthur Gatti.

SPECIAL MILITARY OPERATION

Even in the desecration resistance is a girl playing violin in a bunker for the dispossessed

bundled against cold a woman offers an invader a handful of sunflower seeds

someone’s mother someone’s son

she points to a frozen field pocked with craters

last spring it blazed with gold waving to our children put these seeds in your pocket when we take back our homes and you are food for scavengers the curse of war will bless us with sunflowers you freed to feed our souls again.

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The Shape of an Ark / Mara Levine

Poetry arrives in many guises, but rarely does it present itself as vividly as in this powerful collection of insights, images and soul songs. The world of poetry is a better place, thanks to The Shape of an Ark. We are buoyed as though accompanying a spiritual Noah, assured in the hopes of the covenant, so finely expressed by this poet, as she cries out, as a harbinger, against the horrors of history’s endless repetitions, never letting us forget the old and deadly lessons. —Arthur Gatti.

SPECIAL MILITARY OPERATION

Even in the desecration resistance is a girl playing violin in a bunker for the dispossessed

bundled against cold a woman offers an invader a handful of sunflower seeds

someone’s mother someone’s son

she points to a frozen field pocked with craters

last spring it blazed with gold waving to our children put these seeds in your pocket when we take back our homes and you are food for scavengers the curse of war will bless us with sunflowers you freed to feed our souls again.

BUY THE BOOK

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