ISBN: 9781927409343 - cup - poems (5 Ergebnisse)

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Zustand: Hervorragend. Zustand: Hervorragend | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | Poetry. Jeredith Merrin's third collection, CUP, deftly muses on art, travel to exotic locations, nature's gains and losses, the resiliency of spirit juxtaposed against the body's frailty, the joys and discords of the familial unit, and aging without bitterness and giving "Praise / to her or him who keeps, past sixty / and in all weathers, an open heart." This collection of abundant wit, insight, longing and passion is deservedly a special honoree of the 2013 Able Muse Book Award. "In CUP we meet a poet of rare power and unique originality, unafraid of feeling, able to take on matters of the deepest consequence. Jeredith Merrin strikes me as admirably hard-minded, shunning poeticisms and needless wordage, delivering again and again the real thing. For proof, see the title poem, or the wonderful tribute to John Clare. Plunge in anywhere, and be regaled."--X.J. Kennedy, Judge for the 2013 Able Muse Book Award "'.stanzas, rooms, lives. / And you, toiling to make it better, / whatever your it is. / Each has a CUP.' In these forthright and moving poems written in restrained, disciplined stanzas, the stories are told of how we each, 'trying to make it better, / whatever. it is,' have to find our own cup, and find it acceptable. This is most vividly so in the poems about the bravery and laughter required by a terrible sickness, but also in the very description of a block of still-inhabited Victorian houses, porch after porch, which is like a train going who knows where. The poems' stanzas are the rooms, and in the rooms are the lives."--David Ferry "In CUP, Jeredith Merrin confronts time's confounding passage, but there's not a glimmer of self-pity here, no mourning the fate of an aging body. Instead she offers us an artful contemplation of what age brings: the strangeness of shifting perspectives, the quiet richness of sustai.…