Maurya Simon

Poet, Essayist and Visual Artist

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Days of Awe

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“Simon…rarely falters in the subtle music of her lines, the justness of her metaphors and the integrity of her praise.” — Publishers Weekly

“Simon’s poems do what her title suggests–they offer grateful testimony for choice moments of beholding. In “Dedication” she writes, “you gave me first what I didn’t have: another self to love/unconditionally, and to forgive.” In poems that one may prize more for their accessibility than their flat lines, one is struck by the courage of her ideas. Though adventures from her girlhood are recurrent–“I used to watch the roses loosen/ their pink wigs as I clocked the rain”–the poems that stand a little outside the poet offer an invitation different from biography. Simon tells her version of Icarus, the doves of Pliny, the pharaohs, and the nude mice of the Hungarian poet/doctor Miroslav Holub.”
—Library Journal

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