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A Thief of Strings

Autor Donald Revell
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 31 mar 2007

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Quill Awards (2007)
What is a nation when it ignores history? What is a man when he forgets his life? This acclaimed poet’s tenth collection chronicles our seeming, and apocalyptic, liberation from conscience—and even consciousness itself. These masterful poems, written in Donald Revell’s increasingly more enraptured and oracular style, delineate the consequences of such disregard in a manner both spiritually generous and urgent.
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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9781882295616
ISBN-10: 1882295617
Pagini: 68
Dimensiuni: 142 x 216 x 6 mm
Greutate: 0.13 kg
Editura: ALICE JAMES BOOKS
Colecția Alice James Books

Recenzii

“These poems make you want to read them over and over, you want so much to understand their magic, their vastness. We suddenly have a master. God bless his courage, his knowledge, his playfulness, his stubbornness, his loving attention. God pity his grief.”—Gerald Stern
"Revell is a post-Romantic, his natural imagery clear and immediate, his feelings never very far from his sleeve, his tone approaching a prayerful devotion. . ."—Library Journal


Notă biografică

Poet, translator, and critic Donald Revell is the author of ten previous collections of poetry, most recently Pennyweight Windows: New and Selected Poems. Winner of a 2008 NEA Translation Award, the 2004 Lenore Marshall Award and two-time winner of the PEN Center USA Award in Poetry, Revell has also received fellowships from the NEA and the Ingram Merrill and Guggenheim Foundations. He is currently a professor of English at the University of Utah and poetry editor of the Colorado Review.


Extras

From “Election Year”:
. . . You asked for my autobiography.
Imagine the greeny clicking sound
Of hummingbirds in a dry wood,
And there you’d have it. Other birds
Pour over the walls now.
I’d never suspected: every day,
Although the nation is done for,
I find new flowers.


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Acclaimed poet's tenth collection chronicles our seeming, and apocalyptic, liberation from conscience and consciousness itself.

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