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Cargando... A New Selected Poems (2001)por Galway Kinnell
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Inscríbete en LibraryThing para averiguar si este libro te gustará. Actualmente no hay Conversaciones sobre este libro. I'm not certain that I fully understood all of the poems compiled here, nor did I like all of those that I felt I did understand. Those I did like though, I truly, deeply loved. Poems from this collection filled up a large portion of my list of 2014's favorites. I won't be forgetting certain lines for a very long time. "it occurs to me: / maybe there is no sublime, only the shining of the amnion's tatters." - "Oatmeal" "Oatmeal" is a wonderful, humorous poem interspersed with lines of jaw-dropping beauty. Other favorite poems from this volume are "Freedom, New Hampshire," "Another Night in the Ruins," "The Burn," and "The Fly." Kinnell's voice is often quiet and slow but strongly moving. I was saddened to hear of his passing in October of 2014. I can only hope more are lead to his work. sin reseñas | añadir una reseña
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Contains selected poems from: "What a Kingdom It Was" (1960)"Flower Herding on Mount Monadnock "(1964)"Body Rags "(1968)"The Book of Nightmares" (1971)"Mortal Acts, Mortal Words" (1980)"The Past" (1985)"When One Has Lived a Long Time Alone" (1990)"Imperfect Thirst" (1994) No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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This collection affirms in my mind that he wrote some of the finest verse during the last half of the 20th Century. In "The Bear" he reveals the unity of all being even as he vividly and grimly describes the awfulness of the way of tracking and killing a bear from the inside out.
In "Little Sleep's-Head Sprouting Hair in the Moonlight" he bares the tender love of a father who sees hope and mortality in the growth of a child.
He writes passionate love poems that feel the bones beneath his lover's face. He weaves himself into nature and nature into his flesh. And his language is real, unadorned eloquence:
"In the human heart
There sleeps a green worm
That has spun the heart about itself,
And that shall dream itself black wings
One day to break free into the black sky."
or again::
"In the forest I discover a flower.
The invisible life of the thing
Goes up in flames that are invisible,
Like cellophane burning in the sunlight.
It burns up. Its drift is to be nothing."
If you only read one collection by Kinnell, this is a great one. But I guarantee it will leave you want to read more. ( )