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Bezig met laden... Field of Light and Shadow: Selected and New Poems, Expanded Editiondoor David Young
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A gorgeous selection of the humane and moving poetry of David Young, a celebrated poet of the midwestern landscape and the people who live in it, with an expanded section featuring sixteen new poems exclusive to the paperback edition. A newly expanded career-spanning volume from one of our most valuable living American poets, offering poems that display an exquisite ear tuned to the natural world, to love and friendship, and to the continually renewable possibilities of language, and new poems that reflect a continued artistic interest in these subjects. Young's settings are at once local and universal--an adolescence in Omaha, late summer on Lake Erie, a sleepless night in the backyard during a meteor shower. He moves with dazzling ease between culture and nature, between the literary and the philosophical, microcosm and macrocosm. Here are poems on Osip Mandelstam and Chairman Mao, the meaning of boxcars on the track, the beautiful names of the months, and a fox at the field's edge, charged in each case by Young's fierce intelligence and candor in the face of grief and loss. "We float through space. Days pass," Young writes in "The Portable Earth-Lamp." "Sometimes we know we are part of a crystal / where light is sorted and stored." His metaphysical reach, balancing remarkable humility with penetrating vision, is one of the great gifts of this exemplary career in poetry. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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The first poem. Late Summer: Lake Erie, describes returning to a summer cottage, a year after death came calling, the natural descriptions so beautiful, even if “the killer lake” is a place of death. Nature, returning, death, are reoccurring themes in these poems.
But so is love. In “Love Song”, for Chloe, he writes: “She’s my summer/peaches, corn, long moondawn dusks/watermelons chilling in a tub of ice and water: mirrored there/the great midsummer sky/rolling with clouds and treetops/and down by the lake/the wild canaries/swinging on the horsemint/all morning long.” This is the image on the book cover, the mirrored clouds, the water, the lake.
“Nine Deaths” is heart-rending, the history of his wife’s cancer, the treatment, living with cancer, dying from cancer, ending with “Your deaths are over/My dreams begin.”
The loss of the beloved is poignantly remembered in March 10, 2001:
Three crisscrossed daffodils
faint lamps in the rubble
where without any warning
I’m shattered by your absence
wondering will I always
blunder into this emotion
so large and mute it has no name
–not grief longing pain
for those are only its suburbs
its slightly distracting cousins–
summoned just now by these
frilled blossoms
butter yellow horns
on lemon yellow stars
indifferent innocent
charging in place
advance guard of a season
when I will join you.
Young imagines life after his father’s passing in “My Father at Ninety-Four.”
Other poems are playful. “Poem about Hopping” includes images of rabbits and bighorn and salmon and grasshoppers, “A Lowercase Alphabet” describes letters: “b: hang up the little dipper;” “d: the dipper in the mirror;” p: the dipper dead and buried.”
I will return to these poems again and again.
In the long march that takes us all our life,
in and out of sleep, sun up, sun gone,
our aging back and forth, smiling and puzzled,
there comes these times: you stop and look,
and fix on something unremarkable,
a parking lot or just a patch of summer,
but it will flare and resonate
and you’ll feel part of it for once
from Walking Home on an Early Spring Evening by David Young
Thanks to A. A. Knopf for a free ARC. ( )