Last Apples of Late Empires

Poetry. Jessica Lamb walks the night rounds of the spirit in this first, unflinching collection of poems, keeping her accounts of desire and disappointment, loneliness and kinship, fertility and decay. The book is animated by a fierce, imperfect love—a mother's love for her young son; a woman's love for her long-time husband; a human's love for this afflicted earth. In poems of gratitude and lament, Jessica Lamb explores the private, and often silent, negotiations a woman makes between the longings of the solitary heart and the demands of marriage and parenting. In the midst of hunger, plunder, and surrender, she finds small stubborn signs of promise and renewal.

"Jessica Lamb is a miracle. Her poems render most exquisitely a palpable, deeply moving sense of solitude and union—with a partner, a son, 'the mysterious cloister of a grapefruit'—the light and dark of every day. This is a great book."—Naomi Shihab Nye

"Steeped in loneliness, streaked with joy, this exquisite collection offers us fruits picked from oracular night, gleaned from daytime's sunlit orchard. Laced with the longing for separateness, Jessica Lamb's musical, sensual poems evoke the voice of a loving mother and wife …drawing darkness in, then / doling it out again, warmed."—Paulann Petersen

"Jess Lamb writes poems that offer treasure in a few right words. The thing about time: so much gets away, so many wishes lost, the wheel of days taking us far from the personal empire ofplenty and past delights. But these poems give a new kind of treasure, shaping in words electric now what was live sensation then. She goes oblique from loss into a side-room she fills with hoarded sensations, tough little songs, devotions, and love letters to what remains.This book is that room. Go in and taste what you need, a raspberry passed from mouth to mouth."—Kim Stafford

"Jessica Lamb is more than a gifted, lyric observer. She is, in a classic sense, a "seer," who inks directions for us to follow the journey down into bones, along the ocean floor, to the day of her death and the day after. She leaves tracks for us across the dew to the center of the circle. We can be grateful that in this quixotic country of the heart, this honest poet opens for us the door to where she quietly and gently tends both the mysterious domestic and natural worlds."—John Morrison

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Last Apples of Late Empires

Poetry. Jessica Lamb walks the night rounds of the spirit in this first, unflinching collection of poems, keeping her accounts of desire and disappointment, loneliness and kinship, fertility and decay. The book is animated by a fierce, imperfect love—a mother's love for her young son; a woman's love for her long-time husband; a human's love for this afflicted earth. In poems of gratitude and lament, Jessica Lamb explores the private, and often silent, negotiations a woman makes between the longings of the solitary heart and the demands of marriage and parenting. In the midst of hunger, plunder, and surrender, she finds small stubborn signs of promise and renewal.

"Jessica Lamb is a miracle. Her poems render most exquisitely a palpable, deeply moving sense of solitude and union—with a partner, a son, 'the mysterious cloister of a grapefruit'—the light and dark of every day. This is a great book."—Naomi Shihab Nye

"Steeped in loneliness, streaked with joy, this exquisite collection offers us fruits picked from oracular night, gleaned from daytime's sunlit orchard. Laced with the longing for separateness, Jessica Lamb's musical, sensual poems evoke the voice of a loving mother and wife …drawing darkness in, then / doling it out again, warmed."—Paulann Petersen

"Jess Lamb writes poems that offer treasure in a few right words. The thing about time: so much gets away, so many wishes lost, the wheel of days taking us far from the personal empire ofplenty and past delights. But these poems give a new kind of treasure, shaping in words electric now what was live sensation then. She goes oblique from loss into a side-room she fills with hoarded sensations, tough little songs, devotions, and love letters to what remains.This book is that room. Go in and taste what you need, a raspberry passed from mouth to mouth."—Kim Stafford

"Jessica Lamb is more than a gifted, lyric observer. She is, in a classic sense, a "seer," who inks directions for us to follow the journey down into bones, along the ocean floor, to the day of her death and the day after. She leaves tracks for us across the dew to the center of the circle. We can be grateful that in this quixotic country of the heart, this honest poet opens for us the door to where she quietly and gently tends both the mysterious domestic and natural worlds."—John Morrison

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Last Apples of Late Empires

Last Apples of Late Empires

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Poetry. Jessica Lamb walks the night rounds of the spirit in this first, unflinching collection of poems, keeping her accounts of desire and disappointment, loneliness and kinship, fertility and decay. The book is animated by a fierce, imperfect love—a mother's love for her young son; a woman's love for her long-time husband; a human's love for this afflicted earth. In poems of gratitude and lament, Jessica Lamb explores the private, and often silent, negotiations a woman makes between the longings of the solitary heart and the demands of marriage and parenting. In the midst of hunger, plunder, and surrender, she finds small stubborn signs of promise and renewal.

"Jessica Lamb is a miracle. Her poems render most exquisitely a palpable, deeply moving sense of solitude and union—with a partner, a son, 'the mysterious cloister of a grapefruit'—the light and dark of every day. This is a great book."—Naomi Shihab Nye

"Steeped in loneliness, streaked with joy, this exquisite collection offers us fruits picked from oracular night, gleaned from daytime's sunlit orchard. Laced with the longing for separateness, Jessica Lamb's musical, sensual poems evoke the voice of a loving mother and wife …drawing darkness in, then / doling it out again, warmed."—Paulann Petersen

"Jess Lamb writes poems that offer treasure in a few right words. The thing about time: so much gets away, so many wishes lost, the wheel of days taking us far from the personal empire ofplenty and past delights. But these poems give a new kind of treasure, shaping in words electric now what was live sensation then. She goes oblique from loss into a side-room she fills with hoarded sensations, tough little songs, devotions, and love letters to what remains.This book is that room. Go in and taste what you need, a raspberry passed from mouth to mouth."—Kim Stafford

"Jessica Lamb is more than a gifted, lyric observer. She is, in a classic sense, a "seer," who inks directions for us to follow the journey down into bones, along the ocean floor, to the day of her death and the day after. She leaves tracks for us across the dew to the center of the circle. We can be grateful that in this quixotic country of the heart, this honest poet opens for us the door to where she quietly and gently tends both the mysterious domestic and natural worlds."—John Morrison


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780982106617
Publisher: Airlie Press
Publication date: 10/01/2009
Pages: 76
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 8.80(h) x 0.30(d)

About the Author


Raised in Vermont's Northeast Kingdom, Jessica (Matridarsha) Lamb received a master's degree in Italian literature from Stanford University before settling in Portland, where she has taught writing for many years through the Northwest Writing Institute, Portland Community College, and Literary Arts' Writers in the Schools program. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals, including Poetry, The Southern Review, and Willow Spring.
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