Dream World

Dream World

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by Alison Pick
     
 

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In her elegant new collection, Alison Pick, a brilliant poet of sensuous moods, atmospheres, and dreams, explores the mystery concealed within the world we know and recognize. Always evocative, always alluring, her poems are not interested in mere events, but in the fabric inside the emotions that events can provoke. She writes of love, of leaving, of wandering, and… See more details below

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In her elegant new collection, Alison Pick, a brilliant poet of sensuous moods, atmospheres, and dreams, explores the mystery concealed within the world we know and recognize. Always evocative, always alluring, her poems are not interested in mere events, but in the fabric inside the emotions that events can provoke. She writes of love, of leaving, of wandering, and of home — not necessarily in that order. With captivating language and shining imagery, her poems travel out through layers of landscape — residential, geographic, emotional, cerebral — creating a guidebook to the hidden, a sparkling tour through the lush and varied backcountry of human experience.


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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“Pick’s wonderfully personal, lyrical language takes the reader to the spiritual heart of things. Meditative and often elegiac, this is language that sings and is always in the right key.”
- Jury citation, E.J. Pratt Poetry Award

“Pick’s voice remains clearly her own, consistently so, and remarkable throughout for its calmness and stillness . . . this is a voice to be reckoned with.”
- The Fiddlehead

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781551992457
Publisher:
McClelland & Stewart Ltd.
Publication date:
02/24/2009
Sold by:
Random House
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
80
File size:
0 MB

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Not Talking

When you leave I go to the wood
that wears its being like a loose down
vest. Windfall, deadfall, I duck under
words, the quiet forest assembling itself
around the thought of thought. Lie in the snow,
my face turned up. Somewhere close,
the river’s mouth is choked with last fall’s
leaves. Nothing left to say about
all our endless nothing-said, talking
held in place of touch like slides held up
to light. Naked maples, empty-handed,
reach toward that potent height where
things unseen return as form. Magic
trick, mysterious flicker: you turn and take
my hand. Lead me down the trampled trail
where language beat a fast retreat;
show me the hollow behind your heart
where all the cold’s pressed down.
We’re up to our knees now, headed for silence.
Come and lie down with me there.

From the Trade Paperback edition.

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