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Laddar... This Great Unknowingav Denise Levertov
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Gå med i LibraryThing för att få reda på om du skulle tycka om den här boken. Det finns inga diskussioner på LibraryThing om den här boken. I rejoice to have found a poet I enjoy as much as I do Mary Oliver. ( ) I find my first encounter with Denise Levertov somehow ordinary. As elusive as some of the poems are, chronologically arranged, some does not stir enough of anything to leave a mark. Though this also reflects deeply on a number of virtues and the sublimity of nature, its mysticism is not as personally transcendent as let's say Mary Oliver's whose works bower places for me despite my non-belief. ** "What patience a landscape has, like an old horse, head down in its field. Grey days, air and fine rain cling, become one, hovering till at last, languidly, rain relinquishes that embrace, consents to fall. What patience a hill, a plain, a band of woodland holding still, have, and the slow falling of grey rain...Is it blind faith? Is it merely a way to deeply rest? Is the horse only resigned, or has it some desireable knowledge, an enclosed meadow quite other than its sodden field, which patience is the key to? Has it already, within itself, entered the sunwarmed shelter?" — PATIENCE (I very much loved Patience, Visitation Overflow, and Memory demands so much.) As a collection I also struggle to associate it with anything which is one of my criteria in placing a poetry collection in high regard, some has softly torn a part of my soul: Szymborska's Here reminds me of the fragility of existence, O'Hara's Lunch Poems makes me fall in love with the city life again amidst the weight and demand, Neruda's The Captain's Verses (or any poetry collection of his) caresses me with sensuality and adoration whilst both Plath's Ariel: The Restored Edition (not the one rearranged by the notorious Ted Hughes!) and Bukowski's You Get So Alone At Times It Just Makes Sense let me taste the familiar grit, rawness, and dirt of living (and personal demons) every time. Nonetheless, when Levertov's poem is lucid and vivid it is a moment in itself. This does not shy me away with Levertov's works at all but rather determines me to find a collection of hers which will wholeheartedly speak to me. Other noteworthy lines: ** "Perhaps through a lifetime what I've desired has always been to return to that endless giving and receiving, the wholeness of that attention, that once-in-a-lifetime secret communion." — from FIRST LOVE ** "Westering sun a mist of gold between solemnities of crowded vertical poplar twigs. The mountain's wester slow is touched weightlessly with what will be, soon, the afterglow." — MID-DECEMBER ** " [...] Nostalgia comes if it must, but is not for borrowing. I see, I know, the desecration, I taste the degrading sickly bile of that knowledge — but I did not witness flower or fruit, a specific locus, an ancestral ground. What I hold are the links the mind forges between a vanished field of imagined trees and their peers remembered, the shine of stolen cherries, far off in time and in place; and also by now perhaps vanished, that field built over." — from ALIENATION IN SILICON VALLEY inga recensioner | lägg till en recension
Posthumous poems in a lovely gift edition. Inga biblioteksbeskrivningar kunde hittas. |
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Google Books — Laddar... GenrerMelvil Decimal System (DDC)811.54Literature English (North America) American poetry 20th Century 1945-1999Klassifikation enligt LCBetygMedelbetyg:
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