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Blood Lyrics
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“Katie Ford’s is a finely-wrought lyrical beauty, a poetry of detail and care, but she has set it within an epic arc.” —
Poetry
I lie still, play dead, am delivered decree:our daughter weighs seven hundred dimes,paperclips, teaspoons of sugar,this child of gramsfor which the good nurselaid out her studiesas a coin purseinto which our tiny wealth clinked,our daughter spilling almostto the floor.—from “Of a Child Early Born”In Katie Ford’s third collection, she sets her music into lyrics…
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- Autorius: Katie Ford
- Leidėjas: Graywolf Press
- Metai: 2014
- Puslapiai: 80
- ISBN-10: 1555976921
- ISBN-13: 9781555976927
- Formatas: 16.1 x 21 x 0.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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“Katie Ford’s is a finely-wrought lyrical beauty, a poetry of detail and care, but she has set it within an epic arc.” — PoetryI lie still, play dead, am delivered decree:
our daughter weighs seven hundred dimes,
paperclips, teaspoons of sugar,
this child of grams
for which the good nurse
laid out her studies
as a coin purse
into which our tiny wealth clinked,
our daughter spilling almost
to the floor.
—from “Of a Child Early Born”
In Katie Ford’s third collection, she sets her music into lyrics wrung from the world’s dangers. Blood Lyrics is a mother’s song, one seared with the knowledge that her country wages long, aching wars in which not all lives are equal. There is beauty imparted, too, but it arrives at a cost: “Don’t say it’s the beautiful / I praise,” Ford writes. “I praise the human, / gutted and rising.”
Knygos.lt nariams
18,26 €
-30%
Įprastai
26,09 €
Išsiųsime per 10–14 d.d.
- Autorius: Katie Ford
- Leidėjas: Graywolf Press
- Metai: 2014
- Puslapiai: 80
- ISBN-10: 1555976921
- ISBN-13: 9781555976927
- Formatas: 16.1 x 21 x 0.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
“Katie Ford’s is a finely-wrought lyrical beauty, a poetry of detail and care, but she has set it within an epic arc.” —
Poetry
I lie still, play dead, am delivered decree:
our daughter weighs seven hundred dimes,
paperclips, teaspoons of sugar,
this child of grams
for which the good nurse
laid out her studies
as a coin purse
into which our tiny wealth clinked,
our daughter spilling almost
to the floor.
—from “Of a Child Early Born”
In Katie Ford’s third collection, she sets her music into lyrics wrung from the world’s dangers. Blood Lyrics is a mother’s song, one seared with the knowledge that her country wages long, aching wars in which not all lives are equal. There is beauty imparted, too, but it arrives at a cost: “Don’t say it’s the beautiful / I praise,” Ford writes. “I praise the human, / gutted and rising.”
I lie still, play dead, am delivered decree:
our daughter weighs seven hundred dimes,
paperclips, teaspoons of sugar,
this child of grams
for which the good nurse
laid out her studies
as a coin purse
into which our tiny wealth clinked,
our daughter spilling almost
to the floor.
—from “Of a Child Early Born”
In Katie Ford’s third collection, she sets her music into lyrics wrung from the world’s dangers. Blood Lyrics is a mother’s song, one seared with the knowledge that her country wages long, aching wars in which not all lives are equal. There is beauty imparted, too, but it arrives at a cost: “Don’t say it’s the beautiful / I praise,” Ford writes. “I praise the human, / gutted and rising.”
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