One day, on a long, early spring bike ride, I rode past a water-meadow cacophonous with spring peepers, and I wondered how these tiny frogs survive winter. That wondering is the genesis of this poem. They're poor diggers, so they hibernate in places likely to freeze over, but a high concentration of glucose in their bodies prevents the formation of ice shards in freezing temperatures, and this allows them to survive northern winters.
Leslie Harrison on "Hibernacula Parable" |
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"Book Club Reviews and Recommendations"
On Dana Levin's new book, Now Do You Know Where You Are, Ron Charles writes, "Levin has little patience with flourishes, lovely or otherwise. Her sly poems interrogate the most profound questions of human life while staying rooted to the concrete language of ordinary experience."
via THE WASHINGTON POST |
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What Sparks Poetry:
CAConrad (THE OPEN ROAD) on Ecopoetry Now
"Remember a few years ago, I asked you to cut my arm with your bowie knife, so I could write a poem while observing my cells in their 27-day repair cycle? There is something special about having the body be part of the writing experience, and with these birds and animals in the desert, each one is assigned a spot on my body....Locating an animal on myself is an incredible way to enter the writing." |
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