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Lädt ... You are happy (Original 1974; 1974. Auflage)von Margaret Eleanor Atwood
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This is Margaret Atwood's sixth collection of poetry, her first since Power Politics. These new poems cover a wide range from the personal to the mythological, from the negative aspects of love to the joyously positive ones, from the spare to the sensuous, from satire to celebration. The journey from the first poem to the last is an intense and moving one, which takes the reader through the passionately felt experience of loss, through surprising metamorphoses, to a sense of fresh possibilities and expanded vision. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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Many of the first group are post-breakup, sad and angry, and its final poem, the eponymous 'You Are Happy', forms a sort of half-cadence. The phrase itself turns out not to be sarcastic (well, maybe a little).
'Songs of the Transformed' is not Ovidian (like Sexton's slightly earlier 'Transformations'), they instead give the perspectives of beasts. 'Song of the Worms' is my favorite:
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Soon we will invade like weeds, / everywhere but slowly; / the captive plants will rebel / with us, fences will topple, / brick walls ripple and fall,
there will be no more boots. / Meanwhile we eat dirt and sleep; / we are waiting / under your feet. / When we say Attack / you will hear nothing / at first.
'Circe/Mud Poems' is Ulysses as seen by Circe. The final group includes 'Is/Not', which begins:
Love is not a profession / genteel or otherwise
sex is not dentistry, / the slick filling of aches and cavities
As it happens, I read that latter couplet in a review thirty-two years ago, a review which made no impression except for that line, which stuck in my brain, unattributed, surfacing occasionally over the years, leaving me wondering its source. Thus I was startled to run across it here. I still like it, so I'd say it's stood the test of time. ( )