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Blizzard of one : poems / Mark Strand

By:

Strand, Mark, (1934-2014)

Material type: Text

TextPublication details: New York : Alfred A. Knopf , 2006, c1998.Edition: 1st edDescription: 55 p. ; 22 cmISBN:

9780375701375

Subject(s):

Poetry, American

DDC classification:

811.54 STR

LOC classification:

PS3569.T69 B57 1998

Awards:

Poet Laureate of the US 1990-1991.

Summary: Since Yeats linked the "labor to be beautiful" with the work of poetry, no poet has taken the link more to heart or made handsomer, more stylish poems out of mirror-gazing than 1990-1991 Poet Laureate Strand (Dark Harbor, etc.). Whether in the charming monologues of "Five Dogs," the moving elegy "In Memory of Joseph Brodsky" or the dream-memoir of his social circle, "The Delirium Waltz," Strand insists on the failure of poetry to preserve our reflections or to reanimate the ghosts of memory and loss. "Time slips by," he writes in "The Next Time," "our sorrows do not turn into poems,/ And what is invisible stays that way. Desire has fled,/ Leaving only a trace of perfume in its wake,/ And so many people we love have gone." The frank, elegiac brio and easy swing of lines like these have always distinguished Strand's work, and they have never sounded more seductive.

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Item type	Current library	Call number	Status	Date due	Barcode
Libro - Monografía	Biblioteca Pública de San Miguel de Allende, A.C.	811.54 STR (Browse shelf(Opens below))	Available		013266

Since Yeats linked the "labor to be beautiful" with the work of poetry, no poet has taken the link more to heart or made handsomer, more stylish poems out of mirror-gazing than 1990-1991 Poet Laureate Strand (Dark Harbor, etc.). Whether in the charming monologues of "Five Dogs," the moving elegy "In Memory of Joseph Brodsky" or the dream-memoir of his social circle, "The Delirium Waltz," Strand insists on the failure of poetry to preserve our reflections or to reanimate the ghosts of memory and loss. "Time slips by," he writes in "The Next Time," "our sorrows do not turn into poems,/ And what is invisible stays that way. Desire has fled,/ Leaving only a trace of perfume in its wake,/ And so many people we love have gone." The frank, elegiac brio and easy swing of lines like these have always distinguished Strand's work, and they have never sounded more seductive.

Poet Laureate of the US 1990-1991.

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