Poetry. A skunk, a dead jellyfish, fruitfLies--these are some of the landmarks in SKUNK NIGHT SONNETS, whose world mankind is lucky enough to share with the rest of nature. The rural New England outlook may remind readers of Frost, but Daniel Waters brings more wit than flint to the classic 14-line form. Waters's SKUNK NIGHT SONNETS have roots decades deep in the small-town art of slow brooding. "This book approaches you with such civility, speaks with such courtesy, and touches you so deftly that you don't know what it's up to until, the conversation over, you pat your pockets and realize your illusions are missing: nature is not generous, creation not kind, the body not a temple, what ...
Poetry. A skunk, a dead jellyfish, fruitfLies--these are some of the landmarks in SKUNK NIGHT SONNETS, whose world mankind is lucky enough to share with the rest of nature. The rural New England outlook may remind readers of Frost, but Daniel Waters brings more wit than flint to the classic 14-line form. Waters's SKUNK NIGHT SONNETS have roots decades deep in the small-town art of slow brooding. "This book approaches you with such civility, speaks with such courtesy, and touches you so deftly that you don't know what it's up to until, the conversation over, you pat your pockets and realize your illusions are missing: nature is not generous, creation not kind, the body not a temple, what you love most neither unique nor enduring, your chosen emblems of purity and power neither powerful nor pure"--Rhina Espaillat.
Product Details
ISBN-13: 9781892471581
Publisher: Bright Hill Press
Publication date: 4/1/2009
Pages: 48
Product dimensions: 3.90 (w) x 5.90 (h) x 0.20 (d)
Overview
Poetry. A skunk, a dead jellyfish, fruitfLies--these are some of the landmarks in SKUNK NIGHT SONNETS, whose world mankind is lucky enough to share with the rest of nature. The rural New England outlook may remind readers of Frost, but Daniel Waters brings more wit than flint to the classic 14-line form. Waters's SKUNK NIGHT SONNETS have roots decades deep in the small-town art of slow brooding. "This book approaches you with such civility, speaks with such courtesy, and touches you so deftly that you don't know what it's up to until, the conversation over, you pat your pockets and realize your illusions are missing: nature is not generous, creation not kind, the body not a temple, what ...