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Swallowing the Soap: New and Selected Poems

Autor William Kloefkorn Editat de Ted Genoways
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 30 sep 2010

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This volume, the first to span the forty-year career of Nebraska state poet William Kloefkorn, brings together the best-known and most beloved poems by one of the most important Midwestern poets of the last half century. Collecting work from limited editions and hard-to-find books, along with Kloefkorn’s most anthologized poems, Swallowing the Soap is an indispensable one-volume compendium of the work of a major American poet.
 
“These poems aim for nothing less than the impossible: to understand what it means to be alive and human on this moveable earth,” writes the editor, Ted Genoways. Swallowing the Soap is filled with the panoramic landscapes of Kansas and Nebraska, the stories of the rough and tender people who live there, and the moments of heartache, brutality, loss, and redeeming joy that shape their lives. It offers a vision, at once intimate and expansive, of the world of the Great Plains as seen by one of its most eloquent poets.
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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9780803234055
ISBN-10: 0803234058
Pagini: 464
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.63 kg
Editura: Bison Original
Colecția Bison Books
Locul publicării:United States

Notă biografică

William Kloefkorn (1932–2011) was an emeritus professor of English at Nebraska Wesleyan University and Nebraska’s state poet. He is the author of many volumes of poetry and a four-volume memoir: This Death by Drowning, Restoring the Burnt Child, At Home on This Moveable Earth, and Breathing in the Fullness of Time, all published by the University of Nebraska Press.
 
Ted Genoways is the editor of Virginia Quarterly Review and the author of Bullroarer: A Sequence. He has edited numerous books, including The Selected Poems of Miguel Hernández.

Cuprins

Acknowledgments  
Introduction: A Life Like Yours by Ted Genoways
New Poems  
Eating Mulberries for Breakfast    
World War Two    
Waiting for the End    
Living Without It
Rainbow    
Fairbanks, Late July   
What He Said     
Babble     
Confrontation    
Surgery    
October    
Dread
Haywire    
Horseshoes and Hand Grenades 
Let There Be Music     
Driving through the Winnebago Reservation on My Way to Sioux Falls     
Schooling  
South Padre Island, Early Evening  
At the Pantry    
Memory     
Moving     
Over the Years   
Along Highway 14 in Southern Washington  
What the Churchbells Say     
An Old Story     
Learning to Soar 
Low Tide at Oregon’s Waikki Beach  
Late Morning, Almost Noon    
Weeding    
Upon Planning to Break My Fast a Day Early     
Now the Juniper  
Arrival    
Tea  
Birdsong   
Newborn    
Silence    
Red Cedar  
Writer in Residence at Sheridan Elementary     
With My Wife at the Super Saver    
Ponderosa  
Singing Just for the Music of It   
Accessories
Name 
Purple Iris
Dying to Get by with Everything    
Bringing Up the Rear   
Selected Poems from Alvin Turner as Farmer     
From Uncertain the Final Run to Winter   
Uncertain the Final Run to Winter  
      Country Boy
      Cleaning Out My Dead Grandfather’s Barn  
      Dec. 8, 1941     
      Prime Moving     
LTL  
Town Team  
The Spring House 
Unloneliness Poem
Selected Poems from Loony    
Selected Poems from ludi jr  
From Stocker     
Fairport   
      Elsie Martin     
      Mrs. Wilma Hunt  
      Sonny
      Urie 
      The Rearranging  
      Stocker    
From Cottonwood County 
Beginnings 
      New Year’s Eve   
      Jubilation 
      Out-and-Down Pattern   
      My Love for All Things Warm and Breathing
      If Only I Can Shake Off This Dream All the Others Should Follow  
      I Don’t Like Having a Grasshopper in My Hair   
      Daddy (Drunk) Mows the Lawn at Midnight  
      Benediction
Selected Poems from Leaving Town   
From Not Such a Bad Place to Be    
Not Such a Bad Place to Be   
      Teenage Halloween
For My Wife’s Father   
      Braces     
      Returning to Caves     
      Thanksgiving     
      Final Scenario #6
      Epitaph for a Grandfather    
From Let the Dance Begin     
Benediction
      My Granddaughter, Age 3, Tells Me the Story of the Wizard of Oz  
      For My Brother, Who Has New False Teeth  
Selected Poems from Honeymoon
Selected Poems from Platte Valley Homestead    
Selected Poems from Houses and Beyond    
From within the First House  
Each Board that Formed the Next House    
I Had Been Chained and Padlocked   
Franklin Walked Off the Deep End   
On a Hot Day after Rain
Janet Moved Away 
Standing on the Back Porch   
Mother Said She Was Glad Now 
Taking the Milk to Grandmother     
Killing the Swallows   
Rushing the Season     
In the Treehouse with Franklin     
Whatever Is Elevated and Pure, Precisely on Key
On the Road: Sunday, March 6, 1977 
From Collecting for the Wichita Beacon   
Collecting for the Wichita Beacon  
      Sowing the Whirlwind   
      Waiting to Jell  
      One of Those     
      Cornsilk   
      Solitude   
From A Life Like Mine  
Onion Syrup
      The Great Depression   
      Christmas 1939   
      Sunday Morning   
      Prove It   
      Black Cat  
      Walking the Tracks     
Kicking Leaves   
My Daughter Pregnant   
From Where the Visible Sun Is
Creation   
      Fixing Flats     
Christmas 1940   
      The Louvre 
For Proof  
An Interlude for Morning     
The Day I Pedaled My Girlfriend Betty Lou All the Way Around the Paper Route 
You Have Lived Long Enough   
Undressing by Lamplight
Easter Sunday    
From Drinking the Tin Cup Dry
Last Summer and the One Before     
      A Red Ryder BB-Gun for Christmas   
      George Eat Old Gray Rat at Pappy’s House Yesterday   
      At Shannon’s Creek, Early August   
      Drinking with My Father
      Firstborn  
      Walking to the Hinky Dinky with My Grandson, Almost 4
      Looking for Halley’s Comet   
      Taking the Test  
      Watercolor: The Door   
      Driving Back to Kansas to Watch a Wedding
      Independent
      Cave 
      Drinking the Tin Cup Dry     
From Dragging Sand Creek for Minnows     
Last of the Mohicans   
      Running Home     
      Jumping Rope     
      Driving Back Home in My Wife’s Father’s Old Chevrolet
      Wildwood, Early Autumn 
      Write a Blank-Verse Poem Using Someone Else’s Voice, Someone Dead, Someone Who You Believe Was Not Treated Fairly While Alive     
Achilles’ Heel   
      At Maggie’s Pond 
      Burning the House Down 
From Going Out, Coming Back  
Dress
      Swallowing the Soap    
      Dancing in the Cornfield     
Epiphany   
      Odyssey    
      Last Day of School     
      Jacks
Fishing with My Two Boys at a Spring-Fed Pond in Kansas    
Outage     
From Burning the Hymnal
The Color of Dusk
      Threnody   
      This is the Photograph Not Taken   
      Back to Kansas   
      Going There Sometime   
      Legend     
      Odyssey    
From Treehouse: New and Selected Poems   
Not Dreaming     
      Separations
      The Day the Earthquake Was Scheduled to Happen But Didn’t  
      Non-Stop Begonias
      On a Porch Swing Swinging    
      After the Drunk Crushed My Father  
      Treehouse  
      Singing Hymns with Unitarians
      A City Waking Up 
From Covenants   
Covenant   
      Learning the Drum
      Rainfall   
      KTSW, Sunday Morning   
      Saturday Night   
      Last Visit 
      Geese
      Afternoon in October   
      Counting the Cows
      Church     
      Sustaining the Curse   
From Welcome to Carlos 
Welcome to Carlos
      Stuka
      Home 
      Gypsy Rose 
      Back Roads 
      Balls
      The Great Depression   
      Revival    
      Reap the Wild Wind     
      Quixotic   
      Circus     
      Limits     
      Giddy
      Sand Creek 
      Dirt 
      Departures 
      Pennies    
From Loup River Psalter
Song 
Flannel    
      Bushmill   
Song 
Instrumental     
Requiem    
Catfishing 
Woodshed   
Connections
Blues
Selected Poems from Sergeant Patrick Gass, Chief Carpenter: On the Trail with Lewis & Clark     
From Fielding Imaginary Grounders  
Learning Chautauqua    
      Countries  
      Bushes Burning   
      For Some Strange Reason
      Covenants  
      Walking the Grounds at St. Elizabeth Hospital, DC    
      Somewhere in the Vicinity of Ecclesiastes
The Almost Dead  
      Soul 
      Remembering Religion   
      Brothers   
      Desiring Desire  
From Sunrise, Dayglow, Sunset, Moon
Balsa
Star of the East 
In a Church Basement Damp from Last Night’s Rain     
Sawdust    
Javelin    
Moving     
Living with Others     
Library of No Return   
In the Black Hills Whistling Dixie 
At Hemlock Hollow Near Logan, Ohio 
Funeral for an Old Woman     
For My Wife’s Mother   
Watching My Granddaughter, 7, Test for Her Purple Belt     
Not Dreaming     
Discoveries
Shooting the Rabbit    
From Walking the Campus
Nouns
      November 22, 1963
      Assignment 
      Theater    
      Moving On  
      August 12, 1992  
      After the Ice Storm    
      Connections: A Toast   
From Still Life Moving 
Braids     
Proud
Flight     
      Quest
      Spheres    
      Water
      Sleep
      Grass Woman
      Still Life Moving
From Out of Attica     
Early July 
After the First Good Early-Spring Shower 
Avon Calling     
Titles     
Looking for Scrap Iron at the Village Dump     
Digging    
Distances  
August     
Darkroom   
Saved
Bits & Pieces    
We Take My Wife’s Father Fishing One More Time 
Flying over Chicago    
At the Mayo Clinic     
Daughters  
From In a House Made of Time 
      Walking and Looking Down     
      Crossing Heaven  
 

Recenzii

"There is always the rock; there is always Kloefkorn: generous, honest, ornery, clear-eyed. I invite you to read this very significant book, No. 2 pencil in hand, and mark your favorites."—Marge Saiser, Lincoln Journal Star

"Kloefkorn's ear for the midwestern rural vernacular is pitch-perfect, and his lines of dialogue and bits of country speech are alternately hilarious and deeply poignant."—Michael Sowder, Western American Literature

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