Every Species of Hope: Georgics, Haiku, and Other Poems: Trillium Books
Autor Michael J. Rosenen Limba Engleză Paperback – 18 sep 2017
In his first book of poetry in twenty years, Michael J. Rosen captures life in the foothills of the Appalachians. Every Species of Hope: Georgics, Haiku, and Other Poems uses a variety of poetic forms, as well as Rosen’s own pen-and-ink drawings, to give voice to the predicaments of living among other creatures who share a plot of land we think we claim as home. The poems are an attempt at homeostasis: that balancing act every creature works at every hour of every day—a way of living peacefully, expending the right energy in the most productive ways, avoiding or deflecting trouble, gravitating toward sources of fulfillment and contentment.
At the center of this book is a suite of poems inspired by Virgil’s Georgics, or “poems of pastoral instruction.” In Rosen’s case, he is more the student than the teacher. Likewise, five short sections of haiku continue his meditation on—or mediation of—art and nature. As he has written, “Haiku provides a brief and mirror-like calm in the choppy waters—in the undertow—of current events: a stillness in time where more than our singular lives can be reflected.”
Illustrated with two dozen pages from the author’s own journal, Every Species of Hope is the consummation of decades of observation, humility, and awe.
At the center of this book is a suite of poems inspired by Virgil’s Georgics, or “poems of pastoral instruction.” In Rosen’s case, he is more the student than the teacher. Likewise, five short sections of haiku continue his meditation on—or mediation of—art and nature. As he has written, “Haiku provides a brief and mirror-like calm in the choppy waters—in the undertow—of current events: a stillness in time where more than our singular lives can be reflected.”
Illustrated with two dozen pages from the author’s own journal, Every Species of Hope is the consummation of decades of observation, humility, and awe.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780814254363
ISBN-10: 0814254365
Pagini: 144
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 3 mm
Greutate: 0.16 kg
Ediția:1
Editura: Ohio State University Press
Colecția Trillium
Seria Trillium Books
ISBN-10: 0814254365
Pagini: 144
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 3 mm
Greutate: 0.16 kg
Ediția:1
Editura: Ohio State University Press
Colecția Trillium
Seria Trillium Books
Recenzii
“These tender, strange, and beautiful glimpses of nature contain a delightful blend of artistry and dappled light.” —Diane Ackerman, author of A Natural History of the Senses
“The poems of a man who has assembled his own house from the matter that lies beyond enclosure. And then, through language and observation, learned to live and thrive in it. —Daniel Halpern, founder of Ecco and Antaeus and author of Something Shiny
“Rosen is a poet of almost infinite promise, who combines light-handedness and depth.” — Liz Rosenburg, New York Times Book Review
Notă biografică
An award-winning poet, Michael J. Rosen has produced more than 135 collections for people of all ages over his forty-year career.
Extras
White-Tailed Deer, Winter
deer tracks cross the ice
nothing but hunger to read
within their hooves’ quotes
single-file deer path
now . . . our steps retrace theirs . . . now
their steps retrace ours
among plowed cornstalks
deer freeze, a stand of scarecrows,
scared of where we stand
unrelenting snow
buries all but the ivy
deer manage to eat
still as a statue
six-point buck stands in the yard
its nature: cement
buck hooves’ half hearts—iced
into the fossil record
of February
Blind
Christmas morning, in pouring rain, we trail
the three charges of our hearts’ domain as the dogs,
in turn, pursue invisible trails of deer
across a forest floor that’s oddly free
of shotgun shells considering the fusillade
that has besieged the forest walls and fields,
sunup to sunset, this hunting season.
Volleyed cans of beer. The treads of trucks.
And sure enough, at the property’s nearest edge,
within sight of the house: A crude teepee
of stalks encircles a trunk, another blind
brazenly erected without permission
(not that we’d have given it and not
that deer were safer for our withholding).
The dogs hasten ahead to what’s left of the screen:
shattered as a window pane, it frames a view
of the glistening, deserted road—it is Christmas—
and the dormant, unsheltering fields beyond.
Our eyes were fooled. Closer, we see that lightning
erected—wrecked, rather, this hunter’s blind,
snapping a maple’s canopy and gutting
the heartwood in splinters the very width
and ochre of cornstalks: A scattershot
of spears discharged in every direction. Finally,
wet enough, we withdraw, slogging homeward
beneath a heaven that continues to threaten,
each of us game, each of us part of the season.
deer tracks cross the ice
nothing but hunger to read
within their hooves’ quotes
single-file deer path
now . . . our steps retrace theirs . . . now
their steps retrace ours
among plowed cornstalks
deer freeze, a stand of scarecrows,
scared of where we stand
unrelenting snow
buries all but the ivy
deer manage to eat
still as a statue
six-point buck stands in the yard
its nature: cement
buck hooves’ half hearts—iced
into the fossil record
of February
Blind
Christmas morning, in pouring rain, we trail
the three charges of our hearts’ domain as the dogs,
in turn, pursue invisible trails of deer
across a forest floor that’s oddly free
of shotgun shells considering the fusillade
that has besieged the forest walls and fields,
sunup to sunset, this hunting season.
Volleyed cans of beer. The treads of trucks.
And sure enough, at the property’s nearest edge,
within sight of the house: A crude teepee
of stalks encircles a trunk, another blind
brazenly erected without permission
(not that we’d have given it and not
that deer were safer for our withholding).
The dogs hasten ahead to what’s left of the screen:
shattered as a window pane, it frames a view
of the glistening, deserted road—it is Christmas—
and the dormant, unsheltering fields beyond.
Our eyes were fooled. Closer, we see that lightning
erected—wrecked, rather, this hunter’s blind,
snapping a maple’s canopy and gutting
the heartwood in splinters the very width
and ochre of cornstalks: A scattershot
of spears discharged in every direction. Finally,
wet enough, we withdraw, slogging homeward
beneath a heaven that continues to threaten,
each of us game, each of us part of the season.
Descriere
In his first book of poetry in twenty years, Michael J. Rosen captures life in the foothills of the Appalachians. Every Species of Hope: Georgics, Haiku, and Other Poems uses a variety of poetic forms, as well as Rosen’s own pen-and-ink drawings, to give voice to the predicaments of living among other creatures who share a plot of land we think we claim as home.