Biography of Sandra Fowler
Sandra Fowler born in West Columbia, WV February 4,1937. Has been writing poetry for almost fifty years.Associate Editor, Ocarina from about 1978 to 1989. Had a poem nominated for The Pushcart Prize,1998. Wazir Agha dedicated his Selected Poems to her in 1998. Interviewed by skylark Purdue university Calumet,2000. Honorary Doctorate, World Academy Of arts and Culture,2002. Wall Of Tolerance Honoree,2002.Biography listed in Who's Who Of American Women.Marquis and The Dictionary Of International Biography.England. Chosen by The International Poetry
Translation and Research Centre and the Journal, 'World Poets Quarterly, (Multilingual) , published in China, as
one of the best international poets of 2005.
Chosen by the International Poetry Translation And Research Centre as one of the best Critics of 2007.
Some of her reviews of the work of Indian poet,
Rajaram Ramachandran can be seen at Divine Channel.in.
A CD entitled, 'Before The Music Ends' which featured thirteen of her poems was done by Global Definitions
in 2008. Reader, Ihab Badran. Production, Nancy Badran.
An essay, 'Sandra Fowler: An Exposition', Gina Roussos
for her English Honors Class,2008. Ms. Fowler's poetry
has been translated into seven languages and has, courtesy of, 'The World Poets Quarterly', appeared in 190 countries.Editor's Choice 1-Award, 'The Enchanting
Verses',2009. Member U.S. Executive Committee, United
Minds For Poetry Society,2009-. Inducted into the
Lifetime Achievement Hall Of Fame, UMFPS,2009.
Biographical data included in, 'Who's Who In The
Sandra Fowler's Works:
In The Shape Of Sun, Shalom Publications, Israel,1972-73, with a second printing also in Israel in 1975.The Colors Cry In Rain, Apollo Books U.S.A,1983, and Ever
Sunset, Skylark Publications, India,1992.
Sandra Fowler Poems
A Shadow Beautiful
How can I write a shadow beautiful? It is elusive, haunting as old verse. The wind transcribes the dusk upon pale leaves. I touch your hand to prove the mood is real.
For an old friend, my sentiments without apology I send a song of Appalachian rain, As soothing as an old tin roof's refrain,
If one could bridge the distance with a word, A journey would become a pilgrimage. Elegant letters slant across the page. My leaf has found a home upon your coat.
Forever Is Today
An Easter flower cuts light into the sill The sound of suffering is forever still. Tears of forgiveness warm the evening chill.
The Stanzas Of My Mind
When stars fell cold Like chunks of ice out of a fatal sky, We memorized the hoar frost on gray roofs And slanted thoughts to fit time's westward curve.
A Hymn To Frost
Old leaves have no defence against the wind. A gray hawk is October's inner cry. The bells of Salem church play elegies. Distance becomes a single snowflake's fall.
A Touch Of Sunset
There is a tide mysterious as the sea, Dividing light and darkness endlessly, West of the moment's own necessity.
I Met You In A Poem
I met you in a poem, dark leaves fell. Sun rode the swift tide of November fields. Gray power enclosed the music of the form. White trees startled the rhythm of quatrains.
(1) A Friendship Bridge
You made me love the teachings of Tagore. My thoughts were mesmerized by your sitar. I kept the little flowers from India, Artfully pressed to span a century.
(1) Before The Music Ends
Words paint a fragile picture of the dusk. I think them to a poet far away. The light shines dim upon my windowpane. A few tears fall like blue rain in the mind.
Our minds have become intimate with words. We fly together like two paper birds. Small creeks, big rivers and the mighty sea, Sustains the lyrics of calligraphy.
A Word And A Flower
You claim my thoughts, Though you have never seen your name in frost. I think the window of a distant train Still mirrors you like a poem in its glass.
A Sunset Song
I sit beside the hearth fire of your words, A temporary light by feelings heard. Beyond the dark rim, winter's killing fields Encroach upon a heart by memory sealed.
Beyond The Barrier
If this became the last day of the world, The sun and moon and stars mosiac hurled Beyond the barrier of time and space While we stand locked together face to face
You Need Not Know
House corners sing a wind song to the blues.
The air randomly flows with shadow trees.
You come to me across the fading fields.
The passion in your tired face lights the dusk.
I want to tell you, though you bring no flower,
That I have all I wanted from the fall,
But you press your hand hard against my mouth.
The moment is too simple for much speech.