Carl Phillips

Pale Colors in a Tall Field

Poems

• Broschiertes Buch

Produktbeschreibung

A powerful, inventive collection from one of America's most critically acclaimed poets. Carl Phillips's new poetry collection, Pale Colors in a Tall Field, is a meditation on the intimacies of thought and body as forms of resistance. The poems are both timeless and timely, asking how we can ever truly know ourselves in the face of our own remembering and inevitable forgetting. Here, the poems metaphorically argue that memory is made up of various colors, with those most prominent moments in a life seeming more vivid, though the paler colors are never truly forgotten. The poems in Pale Colors in a Tall Field approach their points of view kaleidoscopically, enacting the self's multiplicity and the difficult shifts required as our lives, in turn, shift. This is one of Phillips's most tender, dynamic, and startling books yet.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Farrar, Straus and Giroux (Byr)
• Seitenzahl: 80
• Erscheinungstermin: 23. März 2021
• Englisch
• Abmessung: 206mm x 135mm x 8mm
• Gewicht: 113g
• ISBN-13: 9780374539351
• ISBN-10: 0374539359
• Artikelnr.: 59479257

Autorenporträt

Carl Phillips

Inhaltsangabe

The Last of Fanfare
On Being Asked to Be More Specific When It Comes to Longing
Pale Colors in a Tall Field
Blue Wash on Linen Canvas, Believed Unfinished
To All Appearances
Tugging the Arrow Out
Instructions Prior
For Nothing Tender about It
Dirt Being Dirt
Snow
A Little Closer Though, If You Can, for What Got Lost Here
Since When Shall Speak of It No More
The Same in Sun as It Felt in Shadow
As Easy to Cry as Not To
Wherefore Less Lonely
So the Edge of the World
Blow It Back
What They Did, Who They Did It With
Skylark
Morphine
Barbarian
Even If Sleep and Death Are Brothers
Yet No Less Grateful
Is It True All Legends Once Were Rumors
Said the Horse to the Light
The Steeper the Fall
Now That Nature Includes Oblivion
Overheard, Under a Dark Enchantment
Ghost Choir
If It Must Be Winter
Cadence
To Be Worn Openly at the Wrist, or at the Chest and Hidden
On Mistaking the Sound of Spurs for Bells Approaching
Defiance
notes
acknowledgments