Treasures Stored for Winter

Joan Burstyns fourth book of poems, Treasures Stored for Winter, draws the reader into the authors life from the mid-twentieth century to the present day. At times, personal and political events combineas happens on the evening of June 30, 1982, when the last state legislature rejected the Equal Rights Amendment. At that moment, Burstyn stood with other women around a pond in South Orange, New Jersey, as they raised their voices in protest as remembered in Waiting to Rise Again.I felt braidedinto others lives,mingled beyond extrication.We stood togetherin darkness, each with candle flooding the pond with light,hope filling our eyeseven as the Equal Rights Amendmentwas snuffed out,swiftly as a candles flame In this collection, Burstyn makes clear that life demands both awe and optimism from us.My first dip into Treasures Stored for Winter brings up a small package, After Snow; it bursts open with imagery so vibrant and glowing that I cant help myself. I dip again, bring out While the House Sleeps; with its commanding imagery metaphorically I become a matador/swirling my red cloak/before the bull, prodding it with my words.Joanna Chrzanowski, SUNY Distinguished Teaching Professor; chair, English Department, Jefferson College

Joan Burstyns fourth book of poems, Treasures Stored for Winter, draws the reader into the authors life from the mid-twentieth century to the present day. At times, personal and political events combineas happens on the evening of June 30, 1982, when the last state legislature rejected the Equal Rights Amendment. At that moment, Burstyn stood with other women around a pond in South Orange, New Jersey, as they raised their voices in protest as remembered in Waiting to Rise Again.I felt braidedinto others livesmingled beyond extrication.We stood togetherin darkness, each with candleflooding the pond with lighthope filling our eyeseven as the Equal Rights Amendmentwas snuffed outswiftly as a candles flameIn this collection, Burstyn makes clear that life demands both awe and optimism from us.My first dip into Treasures Stored for Winter brings up a small package, After Snow; it bursts open with imagery so vibrant and glowing that I cant help myself. I dip again, bring out While the House Sleeps; with its commanding imagery metaphorically I become a matador/swirling my red cloak/before the bull, prodding it with my words.Joanna Chrzanowski, SUNY Distinguished Teaching Professor; chair, English Department, Jefferson College