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Lädt ... Night Angler (American Poets Continuum)von Geffrey Davis
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"[The author's] second collection of poems reads as an evolving love letter and meditation on what it means to raise an American family. In poems that express a deep sense of gratitude and wonder, Davis delivers a heart-strong prayer that longs for home, for safety for black lives, and for the messy success of breaking through the trauma of growing up during the crack epidemic to create a new model of fatherhood. Filled with humor and tenderness, [this book] sings its own version of a song called grace--sung with a heavy and hopeful mix of inherited notes and discovered chords."--Provided by publisher. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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Google Books — Lädt ... GenresMelvil Decimal System (DDC)811.6Literature English (North America) American poetry 21st CenturyKlassifikation der Library of Congress [LCC] (USA)BewertungDurchschnitt:
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Dear Boy: In the beginning,
father was a fear I wanted
to call love. For years I waded
heart-deep into that doubt
for version of my name
I could, with some forgiveness,
cast before your image.
Dear Boy: Here's my hand---
because your arrival has
mended the grave current
of time, in the beginning
I was talking to you.
The language is truly fine. The emotion personal yet universal, poetic yet deep and real.
...light creeps
all across a distinct range of mountain,
stunning plateau of birds into the original
sweetness of song. We want to understand this---
according to our appetite for pulling
a rare, angular music from the body's
dark cathedral. Or we grow stubborn
for the wild severity of wind
plying trees. We want the vastness of that
motion, the sleep. We desire so much from more.
Davis succeeds in "pulling a rare, angular music" from his desire and body, singing us some of that "vastness of motion" we all want to hear--- and to be.
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