Linda Hepner

Freshman - 892 Points (London)

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  • Susan Pearl (2/13/2017 5:49:00 AM)

    If you haven't yet discovered the poems by Linda Hepner, then you are missing out on one of the most erudite writers of the 20th and 21st centuries. Her poetry is thought-provoking and highly intelligent. It is baffling that publishing houses have not noticed this extremely talented and and inspiring writer.

  • Anna Russell (1/18/2007 4:07:00 PM)

    Linda's intelligence, strength and understanding of her craft all shine from every line. Her poetry is always a delight, and there's something in there for everyone. I demand that you read her!
    Anna xxx

  • Gina Onyemaechi (4/30/2006 10:54:00 AM)

    Linda is a born poet. She metaphors, rhythms and rhymes with elegance, power, and above all, apparent ease! Her work is rich, sophisticated, and highly entertaining. See this for yourself for example in 'Babel, a Sonnet' (word power that will knock your socks off) , 'A Tale of Two Dominions' (rich, imagey, and visual) , 'Tsunami' (a beautifully painted picture of nature and the horror that it inflicted in this devastating catastrophe) and 'Desert Ditty' (a catchy song of hope and determination) .
    I come to Linda's work both for entertainment and for inspiration. Linda tells me that she has no publishing ambition. I feel this is a shame since in my view, her sublime writing deserves to be enjoyed by a far greater audience than that offered by Poem Hunter alone.
    In sum, I feel honoured to know both Linda and her poetry. Her writing is never a let-down.

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Best Poem of Linda Hepner

Lady Macbeth

Once she was tender, soft skin, soft heart, milk
Of human kindness pouring from her veins;
What caused her heart to freeze? Her gown of silk
Petrified lava, her birthing pains
Ceased with her stillborn babies stiffly lying
On the stone table, cast off, done,
Sprawled flat and useless waiting for a sighing
Never heard, for she had seen her sons
Born from her bleeding womb, then the scream
She should have hurled choked in her throat;
No sound, no tear, no color, just a gleam
Icicle sharp came into her eye and heart
And all her thoughts scattered, ...

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