This World and That One Sometimes you defy it, I am not that, watching a stranger cry like a dog when she thinks she\'s alone at the kitchen window, hands forgotten under the running tap.
She lives in Las Cruces, New Mexico..
She is the author of two previous books of poems: Rare High Meadow of Which I Might Dream, also published by the University of Chicago Press; and Cathedral of the North.
About the Author: Connie Voisine is associate professor of English at New Mexico State University.
This is mature work, offering us poems that oscillate between the articulation of complex, private sensibilities and the directness of a poet cracking the private self open--and making it vulnerable to the wider world.
Whose space is this border, she asks, and what voice can possibly tell the story of this place? In a wry, elegiac mode, the poems of Calle Florista take us both to the edge of our country and the edge of our faith in art and the world.
This setting marks the occasion as well for Voisine to explore themes of splitting and friction in both human and political contexts.
Connie Voisine\'s third book of poems centers on the border between the United States and Mexico, celebrating the stunning, severe desert landscape found there.
You remember your hands.
In you one hole fills another, stacked like cups.
The curtains blow out, flap the other side of the sill.
This World and That One Sometimes you defy it, I am not that, watching a stranger cry like a dog when she thinks she\'s alone at the kitchen window, hands forgotten under the running tap
