My Hand Upon Your Name

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My Hand Upon yoUr naMe poems  Jeannine Savard red Hen press Los angeLes My Hand UponYour Name Copyright © 2005 by Jeannine Savard ALL RIGHTS RESERVED No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatever without the prior written permission of both the publisher and the copyright owner. Cover photograph by Jorn Ake Author photograph by Borislav Delov Book design by MichaelVukadinovich Cover design by Borislav Delov ISBN:1-59709-009-3 Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 2005920069 Published by Red Hen Press The City of Los Angeles Cultural Affairs Department, California Arts Council, Los Angeles County Arts Commission and National Endowment for the Arts partially support Red Hen Press. First Edition acknowLedgMents The American Poetry Review: “Some Empty Frames” (as “Alzheimers”); “Huck Finn in the Sands Around Basra” The Chimera Review: “Denial,” “Double-Walking” Fever Dreams:Contemporary Arizona Poetry: “Scrying the Living Room Light” (as “Living Room, Living Light”); “Patience: the Man and the Woman” Hayden’s Ferry Review:“The Following Day,” “Slow Waves” Iowa Review:“The Bishop Dreams He Is A Woman—Paris 1886” Manoa: “TheTurning Sky” NewVirginia Quarterly: “Betting on Lustral Lad in the Fifth” (as “Elegy for Larry Levis”) North American Review: “Elegy” (as “Elegy for My Father” ) Ploughshares: “Rain in Five Places Over ChinoValley,” “Heat’s Elect” The Prague Review: “The Nap, after Eating Chilies While Reading Artaud’s Diary in the Park” QuarterlyWest: “TwoTurtle, and the Anniversary of His Death,” “The Way Faring Tree” The Southern Review: “The Gathering Place” 5 AM: “Grand Canyon,” “The New AgeVillage Kublas” I am grateful to the following poets for their help along the way: Norman Dubie , Jane Miller,Alberto Rios. Special thanks to Paul Cook, GregThielen, and Karla Elling for their friendship support. Thanks goes too Paul Morris andThe Arizona Commission on the Arts. This page intentionally left blank. Dedicated to —the listener who listens in the snow,and nothing himself, beholds nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. —W. Stevens This page intentionally left blank. ...