This impressive first poetry collection traverses time and place with ease. Acute in her ability to juxtapose cultures in a breath, Gleeson is as much at ease adopting a perspective on Tongan women as on the wife of the Desert Fox, Irwin Rommel. In Between the Dancing was the winner of the 2008 IP Picks Best First Book Award.”
In Between the Dancing
This impressive first poetry collection traverses time and place with ease. Acute in her ability to juxtapose cultures in a breath, Gleeson is as much at ease adopting a perspective on Tongan women as on the wife of the Desert Fox, Irwin Rommel. In Between the Dancing was the winner of the 2008 IP Picks Best First Book Award.”
E A Gleeson
E. A. Gleeson was born at Coleraine and lived the first six months of her life in her grandmother’s home at Wootong Vale. The rest of her childhood was spent on a Soldier Settlement farm near Camperdown in Victoria’s Western District. Since then, she has travelled widely. She has lived in urban and rural Australian communities, and, in Tonga, as an Australian Volunteer International.
In the mid 1990s, Anne began writing poetry and quickly established her reputation with a quick succession of prizes and publications. She features regularly at Victoria’s premier poetry venues and, occasionally, in other places, when she travels.
Anne currently lives in Ballarat, Victoria, where she works as a writer, educator and funeral director.
Sample
Rising Light
When the house was sold, she stayed, renting back
the rooms she’d thought of as hers. When winter
closed in, she gathered twigs, set the fire, pulled
her chair close. She saw the horses arrive, three
welsh ponies; a grey, a bay, and one, the colour
of wheat. Each one brought from somewhere else.
In spring, the ponies shredded the young trees
she’d planted, nibbling on the soft new growth.
They cropped the grass, slurped from the dam.
Their bellies grew round. In the mornings, she
leaned on the fence, the rotten palings digging
into her fleshy underarms, her eyes searching.
One morning, as she stared across the paddocks,
she saw it, the white foal following the grey mare
towards the house-yard. And then two days later,
on a day when fog clung to the valley, a bay foal
teetered beside its mother. The lighter pony
grazed on the slope, its belly bulging. Feeling
the dampness on her skin, she watched all this.
Just herself, and the welsh ponies with their foals
coming towards her, all of them cocooned in the mist,
the young sun struggling. Next year she would be
somewhere else, but this place on this spring morning
would be hers. It would be hers now.
International Women’s Day
Women’s voices drift above the palms
across the edge of night, colouringthe Tongan morning with holy songs
a benediction for the waking world.Filtering through western latitudes
into coffee shops brimming with chatter,the day passes in the telling of stories,
the night throbs with the dancingand stomping of women till the darkness
is full of the sound of breaking glass.The women who first blessed the day
sit in the glow of the new morninggouging at coconuts, the white flesh
falling into a pile of soft wafers.
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IP (Interactive Publications Pty Ltd)
In the poems of Anne Gleeson, memory is transformed into memorable speech. With wit and passion, skill and fellow feeling, the fragmentations of the past are made whole through a re-imagining as poetry. In Between the Dancing is the premier of a new poet, a first book that is as premier as it is memorable.
– Paul Kane, Antipodes
IP (Interactive Publications Pty Ltd)
Gleeson’s natural-voice poetry works into the corners of experience, both personal and imagined – a humane and contemplative first collection.
– Aileen Kelly