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My Shining Archipelago Chretien Chretien De Troyes Burton Raffel

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My Shining Archipelago Chretien Chretien De Troyes Burton Raffel
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Publisher: Yale University Press
File Extension: PDF
File size: 1.88 MB
Author: Chretien Chretien de Troyes; Burton Raffel
ISBN: 9780300146585, 0300146582
Language: English
Year: 2018

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My Shining Archipelago Chretien Chretien De Troyes Burton Raffel by Chretien Chretien De Troyes; Burton Raffel 9780300146585, 0300146582 instant download after payment.

The winner of the 1996 Yale Series of Younger Poets competition is Talvikki Ansel for My Shining Archipelago.
"Ansel`s poetry is refreshingly original," says the distinguished poet and contest judge James Dickey. "She renders the heat, the closeness, the mystery, and the terrible fear of the undisclosed, the lurking, the waiting to happen. This is true imagination, true craft."
Flemish Beauty
Yesterday, all winter,
I had not thought of pears, considered:
pear. The tear-shaped, papery core,
precise seeds. This one channeled
through with worm tunnels.
Bruises, a rotten half—
sometimes there’s nothing left
to drop into the pot.
That phrase
I could have said: “you still
have us…”
The knife
slides easily beneath the skins,
top to base, spiraling
them away.
The insubstantial us.
It could as well be the pear
talking to the river, turning to
the grass (“you still have us”).
Besides, it’s just me
a pear in my hand (the slop bucket full
of peels)—and sometimes, yes, that
seems enough: a pear—
this larger one,
yellow-green, turning to red:
“Duchess” maybe, “Devoe,”
or what I want to call it: “Flemish
Beauty.”
When I can’t sleep,
I’ll hold my hand as if I held
a pear, my fingers mimicking
the curve. The same curve
as the newel post
I’ve used for years, swinging
myself up to the landing, always
throwing my weight back. And always
nails loosening, mid-bound.

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