Escape To Paradise And Other Poetic Fancies

Escape To Paradise And Other Poetic Fancies

by Tom Howard


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Escape To Paradise And Other Poetic Fancies by Tom Howard

While original poems in various forms by prize-winning author, Tom Howard, are the main feature of this collection, the book also spotlights twenty-one of the poet's famous English translations of poetry produced in Spain and Latin America by such distinguished writers as Leopoldo Lugones, Rosalia Castro, Antonio Machado, Ruben Dario, Alfonsina Storni, Miguel de Unamuno, Amado Nervo, Juan Ramon Jimenez, Leonardo de Argensola, Salvador Diaz Miron, Lope de Vega Carpio, Jose Maria Eguren, Ramon Lopez Velarde, Manuel Jose Othon, the Marques de Santillana, Gustavo Alfonso Becquer, Alfonso Alvarez de Villasandino and Julio Herrera y Reissig.

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ISBN-13: 9780557172696
Publication date: 11/10/2009
Pages: 148
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.34(d)

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john_howard_reid More than 1 year ago
A slim book of poetry (148 pages) but one that fills the mind and soul with pleasure, "Escape to Paradise" is a real joy to dip into every day. My choice for today -- a rainy day when I am trapped inside the house and would rather be touring the countryside -- is "Walking with El Senor". "It's fun to walk with El Senor / along a bank of dreams." But I don't limit myself to one poem. I find myself strolling through the "Shopping Mall" where "Teenagers are everywhere", or joining Grandma with her "eleven rows of dancing cups" (they don't make such novelties any more), or escaping to "A Deserted Whistle Stop in Durango State" where "Even the one remaining adobe house that still boasts more than half a roof, lies unfruitful: Her walls, calcified bones; her rooms, arid echoes; her tank taps dripping dust; her venetian blinds askew, no longer slatted against the glare. In the dusty yard, her shade trees no longer shade, but lie stripped, bough-tangled, bare."