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The winner of the 2009 Barnard Women Poets Prize-"These poems are fresh, crisp, and muscular. They are decisive and fearless. Every object, icon, or historical moment has a soul with a voice. In these poems these soulful ones elbow their way to the surface of the page, smartly into the contemporary now."-Joy Harjo, prize citation
from "The Piano Speaks"
For an hour I forgot my fat self,
my neurotic innards, my addiction to alignment.
For an hour I forgot my fear of rain.
For an hour I was a salamander
shimmying through the kelp in search of shore,
and under his fingers the notes slid loose
from my belly in a long jellyrope of eggs
that took root in the mud.
from "The Piano Speaks"
For an hour I forgot my fat self,
my neurotic innards, my addiction to alignment.
For an hour I forgot my fear of rain.
For an hour I was a salamander
shimmying through the kelp in search of shore,
and under his fingers the notes slid loose
from my belly in a long jellyrope of eggs
that took root in the mud.
The winner of the 2009 Barnard Women Poets Prize-"These poems are fresh, crisp, and muscular. They are decisive and fearless. Every object, icon, or historical moment has a soul with a voice. In these poems these soulful ones elbow their way to the surface of the page, smartly into the contemporary now."-Joy Harjo, prize citation
from "The Piano Speaks"
For an hour I forgot my fat self,
my neurotic innards, my addiction to alignment.
For an hour I forgot my fear of rain.
For an hour I was a salamander
shimmying through the kelp in search of shore,
and under his fingers the notes slid loose
from my belly in a long jellyrope of eggs
that took root in the mud.
from "The Piano Speaks"
For an hour I forgot my fat self,
my neurotic innards, my addiction to alignment.
For an hour I forgot my fear of rain.
For an hour I was a salamander
shimmying through the kelp in search of shore,
and under his fingers the notes slid loose
from my belly in a long jellyrope of eggs
that took root in the mud.
Über den Autor
Sandra Beasley is a recipient of a fellowship from the National Endowment of Arts and the author of three previous poetry collections, including the Barnard Women Poets Prize-winning I Was the Jukebox. She lives in Washington, DC.
Details
| Erscheinungsjahr: | 2011 |
|---|---|
| Genre: | Importe, Lyrik & Dramatik |
| Rubrik: | Belletristik |
| Medium: | Taschenbuch |
| Inhalt: | Einband - flex.(Paperback) |
| ISBN-13: | 9780393339666 |
| ISBN-10: | 0393339661 |
| Sprache: | Englisch |
| Einband: | Kartoniert / Broschiert |
| Autor: | Beasley, Sandra |
| Hersteller: | W. W. Norton & Company |
| Verantwortliche Person für die EU: | Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, D-36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr@libri.de |
| Maße: | 216 x 140 x 6 mm |
| Von/Mit: | Sandra Beasley |
| Erscheinungsdatum: | 01.08.2011 |
| Gewicht: | 0,128 kg |