Born in New York City, Margo Berdeshevsky has traveled the world. She currently lives in Paris, where she is considering conversations with Madame de Sevigne’s ghost who lurks, maybe, in the courtyard. Graduated from the High School of Performing Arts, attended Northwestern and New York Universities, trained as an actress in NYC by Lee Strasberg, […]
i But a woman prepares to cross the perfumed river, little crying. She has left candles placed like birds with folded wings. When they are lit, she will watch their heartbeats burn. Sings, night-sphinx of rivers, am I eye to eye with your light, or closer to your claw, tell me this. Sings the thousand […]
Legend tells of the community of birds who had wings but no song as yet : of a contest offered them by the god : of the prize of song—offered to that bird who could fly the highest : of the tiny dun white-spotted-thrush who knew it had no powers to fly high enough to […]
When are you not a poet and just a woman the lover asks, honey on his false tongue, jackhammer to a swollen earth of your breasts Never, you want to scream Never not a linguist of the soul daring word to prayer. & rage. & please, peace. Never not a maker of the small to […]
…and a heart that understands cuts like rust in the bones. [St. Augustine] The two at the church door say “Ma fille,” they know I need, they French-style kiss my “bises,” from beggars, kiss me, twice. The man who cannot love me whom I chews his say I cannot correct, […]
In this dream, am no she created before Eve, no thief of men’s seed or trance, no stalker, no bad woman, no hungry woman, no seducer, no sad person, no bored mare in her vale, no man. I see. And before these steps, all and as far as an eye can hold is charred […]
O slow soul, no desultory walk, now, but you vault in the spin of knowing, how close how very near the end or the broken shell of this beginning you are. How will I have used the amber hour, this is all I need like blood, to know. They speak of fathers, well, I […]
Margo Berdeshevsky, author of the collection But A Passage In Wilderness (Sheep Meadow Press, 2007), talks about the first poem she ever wrote.