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Billboard in the Clouds
Contributor(s): Rancourt, Suzanne S. (Author)
ISBN: 1931896089     ISBN-13: 9781931896085
Publisher: Northwestern University Press
OUR PRICE:   $12.30  
Product Type: Paperback
Published: July 2004
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Annotation: In this remarkable debut book of poems, winner of the Native Writers First Book Award, Suzanne S. Rancourt, presents her experience as a mixed-raced person seeking understanding through relationship with the natural world and dominant culture. Her family portraits are reminiscent of E. A. Robinson; her sensuous nature poems are imbued with love of earth as a "blessing."

Dance

my legs are explosions
expressions
of lustful windslipping in my true intention like a snow drift
on the inside
side of a door i pound
your chest
has become my wailing wallwith words and implicationsBorn and raised in West Central Maine, Suzanne Rancourt is Abenaki, Bear Clan. She is a veteran of the United States Marine Corps and the United States Army. Ms. Rancourt holds a master of fine arts in poetry from Vermont College and a master of science degree in educational psychology from SUNY, Albany, NY. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals, including "The Albany Review," "Callaloo" and "Cimarron Review,"
Additional Information
BISAC Categories:
- Poetry | Native American
- Social Science | Ethnic Studies - Native American Studies
Dewey: 811.6
LCCN: 2003027087
Physical Information: 0.22" H x 5.54" W x 8.34" (0.28 lbs) 66 pages
Themes:
- Ethnic Orientation - Native American
 
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In this remarkable debut book of poems, winner of the Native Writers First Book Award, Suzanne S. Rancourt, presents her experience as a mixed-raced person seeking understanding through relationship with the natural world and dominant culture. Her family portraits are reminiscent of E. A. Robinson; her sensuous nature poems are imbued with love of earth as a blessing.

Dance

my legs are explosions
expressions
of lustful wind
i converse through cracks in the walls
slipping in my true intention like a snow drift
on the inside
side of a door i pound
your chest
has become my wailing wall
i crave your tongue dusted
with words and implications
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