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The World After Rain. Anne's Poem
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- Nombre de pages256
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- ISBN978-1-59376-820-1
- EAN9781593768201
- Date de parution03/02/2026
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- ÉditeurSoft Skull
Résumé
A Carol Shields Prize winner for her collection of fictions Code Noir, Canisia Lubrin now brings readers a long-form poetic tribute to her mother, praised by Dionne Brand as "incandescent"In this stunning new poem, Canisia Lubrin's signature epic vision is distilled into a elegy to her mother, along an interwoven and unresolvable axis of astonishment that belongs as much to history as to today. Her lucid attention to what might be the oldest metaphor for grief is drawn from the searing gravity and resonance of the modern poet's decisive, interior, and inexpressible meditation on love, time, and loss in the excesses of life's ambitions.woman from fine-print time, disclose to the world:the forecast of our noontime births outdoors; how I distrustevery form of authority, chiefly my own astonishmentthis poisoned wish is why I love, I bow to deserts, these claychildren of forests everywhereI love the rain, this is no secret, I love the solar wind;hold their elliptical life in the wasteland of our third mouthswhere flowers are invisible and bones are sanded and amusing, and every heliopause cloud senses our head, how we astonishour memories vining where no shade is enough, since many who'll feed me will refuse me their names, and good, who knows what bargains I would makewith their meanings .
A Carol Shields Prize winner for her collection of fictions Code Noir, Canisia Lubrin now brings readers a long-form poetic tribute to her mother, praised by Dionne Brand as "incandescent"In this stunning new poem, Canisia Lubrin's signature epic vision is distilled into a elegy to her mother, along an interwoven and unresolvable axis of astonishment that belongs as much to history as to today. Her lucid attention to what might be the oldest metaphor for grief is drawn from the searing gravity and resonance of the modern poet's decisive, interior, and inexpressible meditation on love, time, and loss in the excesses of life's ambitions.woman from fine-print time, disclose to the world:the forecast of our noontime births outdoors; how I distrustevery form of authority, chiefly my own astonishmentthis poisoned wish is why I love, I bow to deserts, these claychildren of forests everywhereI love the rain, this is no secret, I love the solar wind;hold their elliptical life in the wasteland of our third mouthswhere flowers are invisible and bones are sanded and amusing, and every heliopause cloud senses our head, how we astonishour memories vining where no shade is enough, since many who'll feed me will refuse me their names, and good, who knows what bargains I would makewith their meanings .
