As a child of deaf adults (CODA), Pia Taavila first learned to communicate when her deaf father fingerspelled the names of toys in her crib and her mother showed her the signs for objects in picture books. From this primary visual orientation, in combination with her own innate sense of imagery, Taavila crafted the lush verse featured in Moon on the Meadow: Collected Poems.Taavila uses the graphic...
Paperback: 144 pages
Publisher: Gallaudet University Press; 1st edition (February 15, 2008)
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 0.4 x 8.5 inches
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Praise for Pia Taavila's Moon on the MeadowGallaudet University Press, Washington, DC: 2008I love these tactile, quiet, loud, human, heartfelt, musical poems of Pia Taavila. They are not burdened by history or love, but are the essence of both; they ...
er poetry to evoke emotions about all aspects of existence — love, loss of love, family, death, and desire — feelings elicited through a lens attuned to the simple beauty of the natural. Most of the poems in Moon on the Meadow have been published at least once in established journals, testimony to the broad appeal of her passionate outlook on life. Yet, Taavila believes that her experiences as a CODA are essential to her ability to write at all. She never strays far from her home, her family, and the comforts they bring her through her art:At a wedding, a flautist’slanguid notes lilt on the air.My mother, who cannot hear,leans forward, attentiveto the dip and sway of his body.She signs to me:It sounds like butterflies