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Transformation and Transcendence Through PoetryIn my early fantasies I thought if the day comesI dare to climb on the Flying A red horseon the gas station pole at the cornerof Fifth and Main, if the day ever comesI take the golden bridle inMoreTransformation and Transcendence Through PoetryIn my early fantasies I thought if the day comesI dare to climb on the Flying A red horseon the gas station pole at the cornerof Fifth and Main, if the day ever comesI take the golden bridle in hand and passthrough clouds and stars, the great wingsopening and closing as we flap through the universetoward the Chimera that waits in the nightto vomit the lead from its jaws, would Ibe bold to risk such transformation,seize the bright mane though it burn my fingers,though heavens air is thin and hard to breathe,though planets spin and die around us?—from Flying Horses by Jeanne LohmannThe poems in this fourth collection of poetry by Jeanne Lohmann are grouped together loosely by subject matter and divided into four parts. Part One celebrates travel and the risk and love and happenstance that can be a part of it. Part Two deals with loss: what its like to age and watch loved ones fall out of my life like seed. We can never be done with each other. The poems here are also about the many things missed when a person is gone—from the ordinary to the remarkable—and the musings and fantasies that continue even after those relationships have ended. Part Three celebrates creativity—in gardening, in children, in the everyday, and especially in poetry. Part Four probes the relationship between the poet and nature and death: an awe and fear of a flood- the inability to return to a much-loved meadow- the first wasp of the season- sleeping outside under the stars.Flying Horses has a sense of a plot or evolution. The heart grownready to make the new experiment: to be lifted and stretched by measureless new dimensions, moves on to darker images like that of flapping through the universe toward the Chimera that waits in the night. What remains like a watermark throughout the book is the wisdom found in the epigraph: we can take nothing for granted.