Selected Poems
Autor Rita Dove, Doveen Limba Engleză Paperback – 31 aug 1993
Preț: 81.90 lei
Nou
Puncte Express: 123
Preț estimativ în valută:
15.68€ • 16.30$ • 12.100£
15.68€ • 16.30$ • 12.100£
Carte disponibilă
Livrare economică 17-31 ianuarie 25
Livrare express 02-08 ianuarie 25 pentru 19.33 lei
Preluare comenzi: 021 569.72.76
Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780679750802
ISBN-10: 0679750800
Pagini: 240
Dimensiuni: 130 x 203 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.23 kg
Editura: Vintage
ISBN-10: 0679750800
Pagini: 240
Dimensiuni: 130 x 203 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.23 kg
Editura: Vintage
Notă biografică
Riat Dove, Poet Laureate of the United States from 1993 to 1995, was born and raised in Akron, Ohio. She has published the novel Through the Ivory Gate, a collection of stories, a verse drama, a book of essays and five books of poetry, among them Thomas and Beulah, which was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1987. The recipient of numerous literary fellowships and awards, she is Commonwealth Professor of English at the University of Virginia and lives near Charlottesville with her husband, Fred Viebahn, and their daughter, Aviva.
Extras
The Secret Garden
I was ill, lying on my bed of old papers,
when you came with white rabbits in your arms;
and the doves scattered upwards, flying to mothers,
and the snails sighed under their baggage of stone . . .
Now your tongue grows like celery between us;
Because of our love-cries, cabbage darkens in its nest;
the cauliflower thinks of her pale, plump children
and turns greenish-white in a light like the ocean's.
I was sick, fainting in the smell of teabags,
when you came with tomatoes, a good poetry.
I am being wooed. I am being conquered
by a cliff of limestone that leaves chalk on my breasts.
I was ill, lying on my bed of old papers,
when you came with white rabbits in your arms;
and the doves scattered upwards, flying to mothers,
and the snails sighed under their baggage of stone . . .
Now your tongue grows like celery between us;
Because of our love-cries, cabbage darkens in its nest;
the cauliflower thinks of her pale, plump children
and turns greenish-white in a light like the ocean's.
I was sick, fainting in the smell of teabags,
when you came with tomatoes, a good poetry.
I am being wooed. I am being conquered
by a cliff of limestone that leaves chalk on my breasts.
Recenzii
"Remarkable . . . a poet of dramatic force." --The New York Review of Books
"Consistently accomplished . . . Dove's is a brilliant mind that seeks for itself the widest possible play, an ever-expanding range of reference, the most acute distinctions, and the most subtle shadings of meaning. . . . Her is a major career." --Arnold Rampersad, Callaloo
"Dove's poems, rich with elegant phrasing and Southern spice, blast tradition by pulling readers into other lives and then dazzle them with an often startling mastery of language." --Boston Globe
"Rita Dove . . . is a devoted and subtle storyteller [whose] gifts are evoking, and sometimes exalting, the everyday moments we live by but may neglect or forget, the music of her words issuing a message of uncanny integrity and calm. Though often writing of private experience (mothering, mourning death, watching rain), she never seems to lose sight of the world beyond." --Newsweek
"Consistently accomplished . . . Dove's is a brilliant mind that seeks for itself the widest possible play, an ever-expanding range of reference, the most acute distinctions, and the most subtle shadings of meaning. . . . Her is a major career." --Arnold Rampersad, Callaloo
"Dove's poems, rich with elegant phrasing and Southern spice, blast tradition by pulling readers into other lives and then dazzle them with an often startling mastery of language." --Boston Globe
"Rita Dove . . . is a devoted and subtle storyteller [whose] gifts are evoking, and sometimes exalting, the everyday moments we live by but may neglect or forget, the music of her words issuing a message of uncanny integrity and calm. Though often writing of private experience (mothering, mourning death, watching rain), she never seems to lose sight of the world beyond." --Newsweek
Descriere
Brought together for the first time in one volume are the astonishing poems of the nation's new Poet Laureate--the youngest poet so named, as well as the first African-American chosen for the position. Contains The Yellow House on the Corner, Museum, and Thomas and Beulah, winner of the Pulitzer Prize.