X-Ray and the Pull of Poetry - Sibley, Joan
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In X-Ray and the Pull of Poetry, Joan Sibley sees her rooster, X-Ray, as the "unerring imager/of my inner being/exact examiner/of my private wars." He was the judge and jury of the joys, mysteries and terrors of her life. Her "private wars" were many, but her poetry was a lifeline between her inner being and her outer landscape, elegant in voice and language, rich in irony and imagery, sometimes comedic, often dark in the light. Sibley mined thought and emotion in her deepest consciousness. And it was through poetry that she was able to make sense of a world in which she felt she did not belong.…mehr

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In X-Ray and the Pull of Poetry, Joan Sibley sees her rooster, X-Ray, as the "unerring imager/of my inner being/exact examiner/of my private wars." He was the judge and jury of the joys, mysteries and terrors of her life. Her "private wars" were many, but her poetry was a lifeline between her inner being and her outer landscape, elegant in voice and language, rich in irony and imagery, sometimes comedic, often dark in the light. Sibley mined thought and emotion in her deepest consciousness. And it was through poetry that she was able to make sense of a world in which she felt she did not belong.
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Joan Sibley was born in Worcester, Mass. on February 17, 1939 to an older couple whose world of quiet Victorian manners, class and privilege shaped Joan's early life. Her mother was coolly distant, and Joan soon felt her disappointment and rejection. A creative child, drawn to the life of the imagination and joy in nature and wildlife, she slowly composed a world of her own. She attended Boston University, where she studied with Robert Lowell; Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton were two of her classmates. Later, she migrated to a small hamlet in Vermont and lived there for the rest of her life in a cabin with only a wood stove for heat. Although she was, basically, a recluse, she joined a local poetry group and continued to write her poems until her death at 74 on December 16, 2013.