Because I’m constantly discovering new poet crushes, these poets who write such exquisite lines, whose poems I absolutely covet. This week’s discovery: Carolina Ebeid. You can find some of her poems online
- Here at Memorious. “Pale / glyph of dog” — seriously, I felt my heart twinge.
- Here at Agni Online. “The work of grief is perennial.”
- Here at Perihelion. “Evening rested its warm heft / like the young beast / unyoked and susurrous.”
- And here at 32 Poems, the poem that began my Google quest. “”She’ll curve the paper into the shape of a shell / and listen into the sea, its stammerings.”
I am dumbfounded and beyond disappointed that she doesn’t have a book yet for me to grub up an order for somewhere. How is this possible? Her poems are published widely & well, another instance of how vast the supposedly small po-world is that I haven’t known her work better until now.
Attention: Someone needs to publish this poet’s first book immediately — a chapbook, a gorgeous letterprint or mimeographed number, I don’t care — I need a collection to carry with me at all times. I’m going to find it necessary to print out these various poems available online and fashion a pamphlet/totem myself.