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Cole Heinowitz. Photo: Joshua Beckman.

for cole
             (an elegy composed of language from Jack Spicer’s Afer Lorca)

upon a soundless carpet
the shadow demands beauty
is spelled is able to enter

books. an inquiring leg
wants to extend me
its branches i ask

for the poem called
seagull, big and green
asleep on my lips. inevitably

friends like words too—
perspective drawings hidden
in your cheek, the sky

has coastlines. gulls circle
little fingers, not as an image
or a picture that lemon

i would like a single
bird, arms full of paper,
an archangel ripe

with sunburn, magical,
the fish traded for
a song across time.

i wish i could tell you
how my eyes are water,
wide-awake a single

tree, a hard landscape.
newly cut flowers become
without trumpet. finally

a scarecrow a white lily
seaweed the jasmine of night
violet-colored big roses

a bowl of hot tea.


Cole was an extraordinary teacher. In Fall 2023, I covered some of Cole’s classes and taught
Spicer’s After Lorca for the first time, a book she loved and students loved because of her.
Teaching this text through Cole’s eyes was a revelatory experience for me, and I think of
Spicer’s magic and deep playfulness with language when I think of her. “I again begin to
write you a letter on the sound of a poem.” (Spicer)

erica kaufman
july 1, 2025

A Tribute to Cole Heinowitz (1974–2025)

Published on July 29, 2025

Edited by Felix Bernstein

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