Anna Laure Reevewas born and raised in Knoxville, and she earned a Master of Arts in Literature & Poetry Writing from the University of Tennessee. Her poems have appeared in Terrain.org, Jet Fuel Review, Another Chicago Magazine, and many others.She recently won Beloit Poetry Journal’s Adrienne Rich Award, and she was a finalist for the Heartwood Poetry Prize and the Ron Rash Award in Poetry. Her book Reaching the Shore of the Sea of Fertility was recently published by Belle Point Press. She is an assistant editor of Juke Joint, a literary magazine based in Jackson, Mississippi.
William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon, most likely in April of 1564. When he was 18, he married Anne Hathaway with whom he had three children. Shakespeare made his living as an actor and playwright, and his works include 38 plays in addition to 154 sonnets and various other types of poetry. Shakespeare died on April 23, 1616.
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Welcome to The Beat, Knox County Library’s poetry podcast. Today we’ll hear poet Anna Laura Reeve read several poems. The first three, “Tennessee Red Cob,” “Meniere’s Disease,” and “Look at Everything,” are from Reeve’s book Reaching the Shore of the Sea of Fertility, which was published earlier this year. Reeve will follow with two poems by William Shakespeare, “Sonnet 73” and “Sonnet 29.”
Anna Laura Reeve:
“Tennessee Red Cob”
Grasping the bound ear with the heel of my left hand,
I pierce the top shucks with both thumbs, punching open a slit.
Dry husks rip with a groan and squeak as the great creamy teeth
gleam. Another hard tug frees the whole magnificent horn of plenty.
Dented kernels neatly aligned or occasionally shoepegged—a word
that looks like the jumble it means—sit jammed tight and topfull
as a flush of button mushrooms. I love this corn for its gravitas:
heavy as milk glass, alive as an animal. Its meal, light as wheat flour.
Maíz, elote, late daughter of corn mother, let me never guess your secret.
You know mine. Hunger and awe. Within them, you continue your
ancestors’ work of nine thousand years at your own behest. And let
me pull another ear open again, pink husks billowing like skirts,
rubbing ivory kernels free, until your red furry cobb
rests in my hands, glittering faintly, light as a twig.
“Méniére's Disease”
My tea is steeping.
Windchimes clatter whitely on the porch,
banks of bamboo bow
and shoulder into the wind
The inner ear, its coils
its mazes
I forget for a moment which way
the letter z faces, and write it backwards.
The tiny hairs of the innermost ear,
so innermost it is almost
the brain, so innermost we almost don’t believe in it,
send messages in Morse code:
dizzy dizzy vertigo
nystagmus dizzy ess oh ess oh ess
Husband crouched over the toilet for hours,
then, recovered, driving to work
on gray highways, for hours.
Degenerative and idiopathic means
he is losing his hearing.
That orienting light for the eyes
in the back of the head,
repository
for the alphabet of degrees between music
and silence.
“Look at Everything”
Springscent lifts on the last day of February.
The complex formations of Lent bunching
to the west, Putin’s war to the east. Grape hyacinth
and purple deadnettle open miniscule lips
with a puh and each efflux is so sweet
bees will find it. On my run this morning,
the rain-swollen stream released vapor overhead
like a little blindness. Obscurity. Fragrance.
I thought, as I ran, of the Ukrainian teacher
photographed as she taught students sheltering
in a Kyiv subway. How much easier it is
to teach spelling rules or animal life cycles
than to explain murder to a child. Once, I tried
to tell my daughter of an assassination
but found myself plummeting, suddenly,
to the foot of the mountain. How does a mother,
father, teacher, or anyone who loves a child,
puncture the seal, allowing safety and death
to taste each others’ breath. It is the difficult work
of the child to observe. It is the work of the teacher
to say Look at everything, then look again at me.
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73)”
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
"When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes (Sonnet 29)"
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Alan May:
You just heard Anna Laura Reeve read her poems “Tennessee Red Cob,” “Meniere’s Disease,” and “Look at Everything.” She followed by reading “Sonnet “73” and “Sonnet 29” by William Shakespeare. She was kind enough to record these poems for us at her home, here in Knoxville, Tennessee.
Anna Laure Reeve was born and raised in Knoxville, and she earned a Master of Arts in Literature & Poetry Writing from the University of Tennessee. Her poems have appeared in Terrain.org, Jet Fuel Review, Another Chicago Magazine, and many others. She recently won Beloit Poetry Journal’s Adrienne Rich Award, and she was a finalist for the Heartwood Poetry Prize and the Ron Rash Award in Poetry. Her book Reaching the Shore of the Sea of Fertility was published in April of this year by Belle Point Press. She is an assistant editor of Juke Joint, a literary magazine based in Jackson, Mississippi.
William Shakespeare is considered by many to be the greatest playwright of all time, and he’s one of England’s most famous poets. Not much is known about Shakespeare. He was born, most likely, in April of fifteen sixty-four. When he was 18, he married Anne Hathaway with whom he had three children. Shakespeare made his living as an actor and playwright. His literary reputation was, at the time, based mostly on his poetry; playwrights weren’t very well-respected in Shakespeare’s day. His works include 38 plays in addition to 154 sonnets and various other types of poetry. Shakespeare died April 23, sixteen sixteen, in his hometown, Stratford-upon-Avon.
You can find Anna Laura Reeve’s book Reaching the Shore of the Sea of Fertility in our online catalog, along with, of course, works by William Shakespeare. Also look for links in the show notes. Please join us next time for The Beat.
