Protean, visceral, visionary: Francine Sterle is "the poet [who] aims her words at what’s unworded." Entering work after work of art, she releases "the pressure of concealment" in what is mute to reveal the "deforming forces," "the buried grains of regret," "the geology of grief." Her loving eye embeds itself in the matter it illuminates, unafraid of what it sees, and "radiance/ breaks through/ the darkened heart."—Eleanor Wilner
"The body is entitled to some lyricism," Francine Sterle insists in a series of ekphrastic poems that deepen into "sumptuous facades" so that they might attempt "more than learning to see." If "Ingres believed the only way to possess a woman / was to paint her," Sterle believes that passionate lyric engagement might be a means of possessing these paintings. "Touched by the erotic," her poems gather into a gallery unlike any other, a museum of Sterle's own making in which "The poet aims her words at what's unworded" to cast light upon the divine, sometimes lascivious, and always "exquisite curves" of creation.—Michael Waters
"Francine Sterle's lucid and prismatic book is an art gallery made of words. Nude in Winter exemplifies the way poetry can restore the static image to the realm of time, where it can move and breathe. Sterle's poems also lead us from what we can see to what cannot be seen, from the tangible world to the inner life. Attuned to both the erotic and the spiritual, this is a beautiful book."—Reginald Gibbons
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1947-R No. 2
(Clyfford Still)
in hell’s
irruptive blaze
& quivering heat
& molten scarring
a field of ox blood-
colored fire
ignites the mind’s
flammable surface &
as it rips & tears
as ragged flashes of black
rise like the devil’s
tempting tongue
there are trapped
in this bottomless world
in the parched
center of this stifling life
resilient splashes of white
& so a little radiance
breaks through
the darkened heart
how exhilarating
its burst
into consciousness
& yet how far away
from the burning soul
its light