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Messenger
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Barbara Grenfell Fairhead
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From the depression, nausea and constant burping of the first
trimester, to the sciatica, sleeplessness and anxiety of the last;
the elation and terror of early motherhood right through to the end
of breastfeeding and her child's first day at nursery - these poems
describe one woman's journey to becoming a mother. This initiation
is one of the most common human experiences, but also shockingly
unique and insular. Poems Burping on the Tube, Candy Crush Guy and
Super-mum and Me, tell humorous stories about Grace's alien new
reality, shining light on aspects of pregnancy and motherhood far
from the glossy, shimmering images on social media. Mostly written
in lockdown, I Have No Idea What I'm Doing also highlights what
life at home was like for new mothers. Grace has always struggled
with anxiety and depression and this collection addresses mental
health and how it is affected by hormonal fluctuations. Much like
life and motherhood, most of the poetic structures are
unpredictable and their rhythm bumpy and non-conformist. These
poems dive deep into raw human experience and the sheer ferocity of
motherhood. With beautiful monoprint illustrations from animator
and artist Allegra Pilkington, this book is both a gift and
collector's item.
Over the course of two decades and six books, Peter Markus has been
making fiction out of a lexicon shaped by the words brother and
fish and mud. In an essay on Markus's work, Brian Evenson writes,
""If it's not clear by now, Markus's use of English is quite
unique. It is instead a sort of ritual speech, an almost religious
invocation in which words themselves, through repetition, acquire a
magic or power that revives the simpler, blunter world of
childhood."" Now, in his debut book of poems, When Our Fathers
Return to Us as Birds, Markus tunes his eye and ear toward a new
world, a world where father is the new brother, a world where the
father's slow dying and eventual death leads Markus, the son, to
take a walk outside to ""meet my shadow in the deepening shade.""
In this collection, a son is simultaneously caring for his father,
losing his father, and finding his dead father in the trees and the
water and the sky. He finds solace in the birds and in the river
that runs between his house and his parents' house, with its view
of the shut-down steel mill on the river's other side, now in the
process of being torn down. The book is steadily punctuated by this
recurring sentence that the son wakes up to each day: My father is
dying in a house across the river. The rhythmic and recursive
nature to these poems places the reader right alongside the son as
he navigates his journey of mourning. These are poems written in
conversation with the poems of Jack Gilbert, Linda Gregg, Jim
Harrison, Jane Kenyon, Raymond Carver, Theodore Roethke too-poets
whose poems at times taught Markus how to speak. ""In a dark time .
. .,"" we often hear it said, ""there are no words."" But the truth
is, there are always words. Sometimes our words are all we have to
hold onto, to help us see through the darkened woods and muddy
waters, times when the ear begins to listen, the eye begins to see,
and the mouth, the body, and the heart, in chorus, begin to speak.
Fans of Markus's work and all of those who are caring for dying
parents or grieving their loss will find comfort, kinship, and
appreciation in this honest and beautiful collection.
Garden of Mystery, the 'Gulshan-i Raz', holds a unique position in
Persian Sufi literature. It is a compact and concise exploration of
the doctrines of Sufism at the peak of their development that has
remained a primary text of Sufism throughout the world from Turkey
to India. It comprises a thousand lines of inspired poetry taking
the form of answers to questions put by a fellow mystic. It
provides a coherent literary bridge between the Persian 'school of
love' poetry and the rapidly growing number of metaphysical and
gnostic compositions from what had come to be known as the school
of the 'Unity of Being'. Translated by Robert Darr who has for
thirty-five years been a student of classical Islamic culture.
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The Poems of Seamus Heaney
(Hardcover)
Seamus Heaney; Edited by Bernard O'Donoghue, Rosie Lavan, Matthew Hollis
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This is the long-awaited, definitive edition of Seamus Heaney's poetry.
It encompasses all the poems Heaney published in his lifetime as well
as the small number that appeared after his death: twelve single
volumes, from Death of a Naturalist (1966) to Human Chain (2010), and
those poems published in pamphlets, journals and magazines or with
limited circulation. In addition, the book includes a selection of
unpublished material chosen by the poet's family.
It is a body of work that, in its entirety, resounds with the 'lyrical
beauty and ethical depth' cited by the Nobel committee: poems 'which
exalt everyday miracles and the living past.'
Critical introductions to each collection and notes that illuminate the
history and development of the poems make this the essential volume for
admirers of Heaney's work.
'n Oorrompelende debuutbundel wat stem gee aan die lewe in en om
die Kaapse vlakte. Geskryf in die taal eie aan die gebied, hanteer
die skrywer die alledaagse lewe op die Kaapse vlakte met kragtige
verse wat die leser laat huiwer tussen lag en huil.
Poetry. LGBT Studies. "Tanya Olson's BOYISHLY is a magic book. It
casts a spell upon you. Olson uses language like Gertrude Stein
does, building large monuments of sound into humming lattices,
where a 'whale will do as a whale will do, ' or where 'tree forms
shapes for tiger' and 'tiger takes shape / under tree.' In this
book, Olson writes poems to a future America from beyond the
planetary gravestone, where there is only a 'boyish summer' and the
'boyish waters.' The voice says come back to me. I am not done with
you. I was waiting for you all along."--Dorothea Lasky
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