Maples by judith pordon biography

  • Judith Grace Pordon (born 1954) is an American poet, writer, and poetry editor.
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    Judith Pordon

    American poet, writer, and poetry editor (born 1954)

    Judith Grace Pordon (born 1954) is an American poet, writer, and poetry editor. The central themes in her poetry are: the multicultural experience, celebration of various types of love, and contemporary social issues. Some of her more well known works include, How Will You Kiss?, Expiration, and At The Top Of The Food Chain But The Bottom Of The Line.

    Life

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    Judith Grace Pordon was born in Atlanta, Georgia. Her mother, Eleanor Haggett Pordon, left an administrative and scientific career in chemistry to raise her children and was Judith's principal muse.[1]

    At age five, her family moved from Georgia to suburban Boston. Her high school education was completed in Concord, Massachusetts, a few blocks from Thoreau's Walden Pond. She graduated from New College of California in 1978.

    Poetry

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    Her early poems, in the 1970s and 1980s, explored various themes including contact with nature, and social criticism. In the 1990s, she lived in Hawaii and a multicultural emphasis appeared in her work. She was befriended and mentored by Aemilia Laracuen, artist and primary muse of poet Robert Graves, who encouraged her to seek publication.

    After writing poetry for 30 years, she began su

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    by Jane Hirshfield I want to give myself utterly as the maple that burned and burned for three days without stinting and then in two more dropped off very leaf; as this lake that, no matter what comes to its green-blue depths, both takes and returns it. In the still heart, that refuses nothing, the world is twice-born — two earths wheeling, two heavens, two egrets reaching down into subtraction; even the fish for an instant doubled, before it is gone. I want the fish. I want the losing it all when it rains and I want the returning transparence. I want the place by the edge-flowers where the shallow sand is deceptive, where whatever steps in must plunge, and I want that plunging. I want the ones who come in secret to drink only in early darkness,’ and I want the ones who are swallowed. I want the way the water sees without eyes, hears without ears, shivers without will or fear at the gentlest touch. ...

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