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And Short the Season

Name: And Short the Season
Brand: WW Norton & Co
SKU: 04604052
Price: 23.42 EUR
Availability: InStock
Author: Maxine Kumin
ISBN: 9780393241006

Poems

Maxine Kumin

Language

English

Book Hardback

Libristo code: 04604052

Publishers WW Norton & Co, April 2014

A poet of piercing revelations and arresting imagery, Kumin is "unforgettable, indispensable" (New Y... Full description

Libristo code: 04604052

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A poet of piercing revelations and arresting imagery, Kumin is "unforgettable, indispensable" (New York Times Book Review). In And Short the Season she muses on mortality: her own and that of the earth. Always deeply personal, always political, these poems blend myth and modernity, fecundity and death, and the violence and tenderness of humankind. From "Whereof the Gift Is Small" And short the season, first rubythroat in the fading lilacs, alyssum in bloom, a honeybee bumbling in the bleeding heart on my gelding s grave while beetles swarm him underground. Wet feet, wet cuffs, little flecks of buttercup on my sneaker toes, bluets, violets crowding out the tufts of rich new grass the horses nose and nibble like sleepwalkers held fast brittle beauty might this be the last?"