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- English
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Seedlip and Sweet Apple
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"A miraculous text of narrative and speech fragments... to raise up Mother Ann Lee, founder of the Shakers, her ecstatic voice, energy, and vision." âHilda Raz, award-winning author of Letter from a Place I've Never Been Seamlessly bridging the material and spiritual worlds, Seedlip and Sweet Apple takes the reader into the mind of a true visionary: Mother Ann Lee, the founder of the Shaker religion in colonial America. With astonishingly original poems inspired by extensive historical research, Arra Lynn Ross creates a collection linked thematically through the voice and story of the woman who was believed by her followers to be Christ incarnate. Broadly and inclusively spiritual, this remarkable debut captures the ineffable experience of ecstatic vision, activating the progression from literal reality to heightened perception. Simultaneously, this journey delves into the manifold issues of gender and religion, public image, and charismatic leadership, as well as the line between cult and commune and the tenuous bond between faith and behavior. Written in an impressive cornucopia of formsâincluding iambic quatrains, free verse, and prose poemsâ Seedlip and Sweet Apple honors a complex figure startlingly relevant to contemporary life, pointing to a revolutionary way to work at livingâand to live in workingâthat promises simplicity, peace, and joy. "Situated between glossary and glossolalia, word and vision, the communal act of language and the singularity of inspiration, Seedlip and Sweet Apple reaffirms the tradition of American visionaries, even while reshaping that tradition into an innovative and dynamic lyric. Arra Lynn Ross raises the roof with her convocation of tongues. A pioneering collection of poems." âD. A. Powell, National Book Critics Circle Awardâwinning poet "A work powerful in voice and craft." â Feminist Review
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The seams of my body came undone-
my breath-the flutter of a doveâs wings,
its shadow bruising the scarlet sun of the altar window,
bruising the golden wheat beetling from its stalk, bruising the bound sheaves,
the bent head of Jesus on his dark cross.
Tears of warm blood streak his cheeks,
gush into the furrows of his quivering ribs.
of the bird, its opal-throated song- gone.
I fell back inside
my skin, my seams, my chafing frock, my fatherâs arms.
The tip of a nose, chapped bottom lip, my tongue.
I tasted the water-bittersweet, tasted a word,
two words, three words, a name, a rose, a seed,
a longing and an answer, clear and true
as green shoots in the spring.
And as wordless: a sound only, a taste, a touch, a scent
opening-
we would run to the pastures and chase sheep,
hands outstretched and waving like scared birds.
till we stood at far sides of the field,
he was a dark body jumping up and down in the mist,
wrapped in the woolen overcoat William wore before his arms got too long,
wishing I knew the names of trees;
The sky is bright tonight, and I can see the dirt clear,
the rutted grooves torn open.
clench up when I sleep and some mornings
I have to pry them apart by knocking one against the other.
so they wonât curl back down.
Then I straighten the other.
her face wrinkling into frown.
What do you mean, you donât want a marriage?
I dreamt it,
the dark hole eating
the world.
squeezes my forearm hard, hisses,
donât say no more.
how people touch-
blind flies
feeling for food
and all the meatâs rotten.
Wraps me at night,
I canât breathe
itâs so tight and wet
like my own skin falling in.
I can taste the sin.
her eyelids thick with grief.
at night.)
Your fatherâs man, Abraham, has good hands.
holding back the moans
as it always does, deep
as the crack
that divides my sleep, night
after night.
The sounds steal out
from somewhere
darker than me.
I wonât. I canât! I scream,
striking her face,
wishing
and make it rise up right.
Table of contents
- Title Page
- Dedication
- THE WORD OF LIFE
- THE NEW WORLD
- JOURNEY OF THE WORD
- Notes
- About the Author
- Acknowledgements
- Copyright Page