Walking to Martha's Vineyard: Poems - Brossura

Wright, Franz

Brossura

ISBN 10: 0375710019 ISBN 13: 9780375710018

Casa editrice: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, 2005

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A new collection by the author of The Beforelife reflects his regard for life in every form and his belief in the promise of blessing and renewal, sharing through a series of prayer-like works his observations of such topics as a suicidal animal, snowflakes, and the mysteries of love. Reprint.

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L'autore:

Franz Wright was born in Vienna in 1953 and grew up in the Northwest, the Midwest, and Northern California. His most recent works include The Beforelife (which was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize) and Ill Lit: Selected & New Poems. He has been the recipient of two National Endowment for the Arts grants, a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Whiting Fellowship, and the PEN/Voelcker Prize, among other honors. He works at the Edinburg Center for Mental Health and the Center for Grieving Children and Teenagers and lives in Waltham, Massachusetts, with his wife, Elizabeth.
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"Walking to Martha’s Vineyard"

And the ocean smells like lilacs in late August–how
is that.

The light there muted (silver) as remembered light.

Do you have any children?

No, lucky for them.

Bad things happen when you get hands, dolphin.

Can you tell us a little bit about your upbringing?

There is no down or up in space or in the womb.

If they’d stabbed me to death on the day I was born, it
would have been an act of mercy.

Like the light the last room, the windowless room at the
end, must look out on. Gold-tinged, blue

vapor trail breaking up now like the white line you see,
after driving all day, when your eyes close;

vapor trail breaking up now between huge clouds resembling
a kind of Mt. Rushmore of your parents’ faces.

And these untraveled windy back roads here–cotton
leaves blowing past me, in the long blue
horizontal light–

if I am on an island, how is it they go on forever.

This sky like an infinite tenderness, I have caught
glimpses of that, often, so often, and never yet have
I described it, I can’t, somehow, I never will.

How is it that I didn’t spend my whole life being happy, loving
other human beings’ faces.

And wave after wave, the ocean smells like lilacs in
late August.
From the Hardcover edition.

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• Editore: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
• Data di pubblicazione: 2005
• ISBN 10: 0375710019
• ISBN 13: 9780375710018
• Rilegatura: Copertina flessibile
• Numero di pagine: 96