The Reason for So Much Love Poetry Not everything in life should make sense. Eluard knew it. Magritte did, too. Sometimes love is a water-filled tumbler balanced atop an umbrella, later it’s a train emerging from a fireplace full of your heart’s smoldering embers. If the earth is blue like an orange, love is an invisible cloak embossed with aubergine apples and ochre hydrangeas, or whatever else the moment demands. Karen Head Karen Head is the author of four books of poetry (Sassing, My Paris Year, Shadow Boxes and On Occasion: Four Poets, One Year), has co-edited the poetry anthology (Teaching as a Human Experience: An Anthology of Poetry), and has exhibited several acclaimed digital poetry projects. In 2010, she won the Oxford International Women’s Festival Poetry Prize. She also creates digital poetry; her project “Monumental” (part of Antony Gormley’s One and Other Project) was detailed in a TIME online mini-documentary. She is an Associate Professor at Georgia Tech, and is the Editor of Atlanta Review.
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