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Cargando... Bicycles: Love Poemspor Nikki Giovanni
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Inscríbete en LibraryThing para averiguar si este libro te gustará. Actualmente no hay Conversaciones sobre este libro. The latest collection of poems by Giovanni, who is currently a professor at Virginia Tech. The first and last entries describe the Virginia Tech massacre in 2007, in which a deranged student shot 32 people to death on campus before taking his own life. Most of the other poems are tender statements of love, with the bicycle used as a metaphor, as "love requires trust and balance". A representative example is If Only (which I'll post in its entirety here, as it is also available on the book's page on the HarperCollins web site): If Only If I had never been in your arms Never danced that dance Never inhaled your slightly sweaty odor Maybe I could sleep at night If I had never held your hand Never been so close To the most kissable lips in the universe Never wanted ever so much To rest my tongue in your dimple Maybe I could sleep at night If I wasn't so curious About whether or not you snore And when you sleep do you cuddle your pillow What you say when you wake up And if I tickle you Will you heartedly laugh If this enchantment This bewilderment This longing Could cease If this question I ache to ask could be answered If only I could stop dreaming of you Maybe I could sleep at night This is a delightful collection of love poetry that is witty, light, playful and musical. Giovanni puts a lot of jazz in her work - and I don't just mean allusions. I'm very curious as to how her poetry sounds when she reads it and may have to search around until I find an example. Here's one of my favorite poems from the collection: "Your Shower" I wish I could be Your shower I would bubble Your hair Tickle my way Down your lips Across your shoulders And over your back Around your waist Bouncing off your knees Fall to the tips Of your Toes Then journey back Again Warm Wet Sticky Sweet Up and Down Around and Around Around and Around Around and Around Until There is No more hot Water sin reseñas | añadir una reseña
In a career that has earned her accolades, honorary degrees, and awards from both fellow poets and everyday poetry lovers, Nikki Giovanni has established herself as a writer who can entertain and challenge, inform and inspire. Sometimes controversial, sometimes ethereal, but always beautiful, her poems move readers of all hues and generations. With Bicycles, she's collected poems that serve as a companion to her 1997 Love Poems. An instant classic, that book--romantic, bold, and erotic--expressed notions of love in ways that were delightfully unexpected. In the years that followed, Giovanni experienced losses both public and private: a mother's passing, a sister's too, and a massacre on the campus where she teaches. Yet just when it seemed life was spinning out of control, Giovanni rediscovered love--what she calls the antidote. Here romantic love--and all its manifestations, the physical touch, the emotional pull, the hungry heart--is distilled as never before by one of our most talented poets. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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This book of poems is very much the same. The poet is a little older, a little wiser, but still joyful, still with a lust for life. Even in her most sorrowful poems, there is such love underneath the pain.
Not only do I adore Nikki, I want to be Nikki. I want to be able to react with such grace and such love. And of course, I'd love to be able to write about it so cleverly afterwords. And to bear up so cheekily under a love unrequited! Not for Nikki any stereotypical tearing of hair and rending of garments, but almost... merely, perplexion. That capability I envy, even if it turns out somehow it's faked.... ( )