| Edition |
First edition. |
| Description |
113 pages ; 22 cm |
| Summary |
"A sequence of short, startling poems of imagined translations"-- Provided by publisher. |
| Contents |
Are you the same girl who sheltered the sun in her hair -- Who are you going to meet tonight -- The rain kisses my face -- A lamb blinking over a patch of earth -- My tigers have left me -- The man who grows flowers in a field -- Hair covered a face -- Clay pots, shaped from the inside -- The red earth changes color when a stream runs over it -- Your husband is stretched out on the ground -- The girl cries from the number of fingers and toes -- Brother, don't look away when she glances at you -- Even as you look at her -- As the village goes up -- His limbs covered in sweat, and ash -- Sister, when you look at him -- A sand dune came toward us like a sailing ship -- When the strange rain singed the outline of a lake into the sand -- I have never seen improvements to the flesh. If a man should steal, let it be sugarcane -- Islands are pronounced by the ocean without bubbles -- Leave me a stone -- And so. |
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Down the river the creatures in the basin prepare -- The tree collapsed on itself -- The growing fingers of clouds meet -- Daughter, along the rim of what you were knitting -- Why is the forest canopy strung with rope? -- The bird is in the center of the sun -- After two days I was luminous and half-naked -- The animals were slowly digging in the mud, and were frightened -- We came across a hunter disguised as a bird -- The dancing girl has veiled her body -- This slim body of yours -- A tear was painted on your cheek -- At the bottom of the pond in your heart -- If I can deceive this girl then let me -- You tell me I have pine needles for bedding -- They do not want to be noticed -- A river has gotten away from you. Pools -- Only this much do I know -- On your body I left behind -- Why have my friends spoken of him -- Your thin body, encased in my warmthy -- Brother -- What is this belt made of, that clasps your dress to your waist? |
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The season is yet unlit -- A glacier glows pink -- House, floating under moon -- On maps the sea carries color -- Birds aglow in yellow do not carry ashes -- The star has given me a body -- Soil guards the sleep -- Thick in the forest masks are hung in rows, grinning -- The sun began eating -- By the evening your hair is curled -- Approach shadows like shallow water -- When you slipped off your dress, orders streamed from your lips -- The pigment of crushed petals -- I embraced you by mistake -- Cooking under some trees -- Like the wind that gusts coastal pines toward the water -- I guarded your sleep like a young cat -- If you stand there in the open rain -- Your head seems lower in this light -- The still -- Fresh banana leaves can carry whole fish -- The afternoon is a fugitive -- You curse the rain outside your window, believing -- And if a bird descended on your shoulder -- Your hair is suspended in motion -- Like wooden planks from a broken ship. |
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You hear the sun in the morning -- Your lips are as full as a wound -- A body looks like an unopened bell -- Your arms are as long as sand falling from a cracked fist -- You are as happy as a waterwheel -- My lips are shy -- Ripening spots of white starlight onto our cold blue sphere -- The moon has gone farming at night -- The strawberry she held between her teeth -- I would twist my arms like coral -- I want to boast -- I tugged at your laughter like a rope -- A spider cannot be used as bait -- The wave has come to collect the little ports on the coast -- I hold your hips -- Between kisses the air is quiet -- Even your words will not leave you -- On your back you sleep as if your wings were planted in the sand -- To the bird an island is not as bright as a star -- The ground of the forest has become muddy in the rain -- Love -- This girl's words are as ordered -- The earth was fruit, and stars, and motion -- You disappear beside me in a forest. Walking -- Color is sleeping in some birds -- What will you do with these pearls he has given you? -- She undressed in the deep shadows of the garden she loved -- Apart from you I am as lost -- When the sun is wide and drying and filled. |
| Subject |
POETRY / Ancient, Classical & Medieval.
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Love poetry, American -- 21st century.
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Love poetry, American. (OCoLC)fst01002821
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| Chronological Term |
2000-2099
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| Added Title |
Poems. Selections
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| ISBN |
9780374182694 (hardback) |
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0374182698 (hardback) |
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9780374537067 (paperback) |
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0374537062 (paperback) |
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9780374714819 (e-book) |
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