Adam Clay
To Make Room for the Sea
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¿That¿s the magic of this book¿the way Adam Clay, line after line, enacts the mind on the page.¿ ¿MAGGIE SMITH
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¿That¿s the magic of this book¿the way Adam Clay, line after line, enacts the mind on the page.¿ ¿MAGGIE SMITH
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Produktdetails
- Produktdetails
- Verlag: Milkweed Editions
- Seitenzahl: 88
- Erscheinungstermin: 10. März 2020
- Englisch
- Abmessung: 213mm x 135mm x 8mm
- Gewicht: 113g
- ISBN-13: 9781571314970
- ISBN-10: 1571314970
- Artikelnr.: 57164336
- Verlag: Milkweed Editions
- Seitenzahl: 88
- Erscheinungstermin: 10. März 2020
- Englisch
- Abmessung: 213mm x 135mm x 8mm
- Gewicht: 113g
- ISBN-13: 9781571314970
- ISBN-10: 1571314970
- Artikelnr.: 57164336
Adam Clay is the author of three collections of poems: Stranger, A Hotel Lobby at the Edge of the World, and The Wash. His poems have appeared in Tin House, Ploughshares, Denver Quarterly, Georgia Review, Crazyhorse, Bennington Review, and jubilat, and online at Poetry Daily and the Poem-a-Day project of the Academy of American Poets. He is editor of Mississippi Review, a coeditor of Typo Magazine, and a book review editor for Kenyon Review. He teaches in the Center for Writers at the University of Southern Mississippi.
Contents
Good-bye to Golden Nights
Last Anniversary
Mississippi Elegy
Go Birding
How Do You Feel about Ashbery?
Meditation for the Silence of Morning
At the Heart of a Multitude of Things
Only Child (III)
Found in Translation
How the World Began
The Seams Don't Show
Now Warm and Capable
Understories
In Bed and Where Is the Sun?
Acre, Heather, Square
For a Turtle Eating a Strawberry
A Joke about How Old We've Become
Blue Screen of Death
Only Child (II)
Ghazal for a Farewell Transmission
The Terror of Flight
America
State of the Union
My Thought Is Only a Mirror for Yours
Form of Love
Just Off a Highway in North Central Missouri
Elsewhere
Immortality for Mary Ruefle
The Art That We Are
When the Whale Becomes the Wave
Where the Map Is
What Shines Does Not Always Need To
Watching You Make Dinner
Fall Bird
Exile
Finding Yourself in a Museum Gallery
No Longer Yours
Broken Form
Sonnet
Taken Off the Bone
Domestic Barbarians
Only Child (I)
Uncovered at the Falls
Confluence of Objects
And Late . . .
If I Could Write Small Enough, These Words Would Fit on the Back of a
Postcard
For Broken Things
In Praise of Unknowing
Acknowledgments
Good-bye to Golden Nights
Last Anniversary
Mississippi Elegy
Go Birding
How Do You Feel about Ashbery?
Meditation for the Silence of Morning
At the Heart of a Multitude of Things
Only Child (III)
Found in Translation
How the World Began
The Seams Don't Show
Now Warm and Capable
Understories
In Bed and Where Is the Sun?
Acre, Heather, Square
For a Turtle Eating a Strawberry
A Joke about How Old We've Become
Blue Screen of Death
Only Child (II)
Ghazal for a Farewell Transmission
The Terror of Flight
America
State of the Union
My Thought Is Only a Mirror for Yours
Form of Love
Just Off a Highway in North Central Missouri
Elsewhere
Immortality for Mary Ruefle
The Art That We Are
When the Whale Becomes the Wave
Where the Map Is
What Shines Does Not Always Need To
Watching You Make Dinner
Fall Bird
Exile
Finding Yourself in a Museum Gallery
No Longer Yours
Broken Form
Sonnet
Taken Off the Bone
Domestic Barbarians
Only Child (I)
Uncovered at the Falls
Confluence of Objects
And Late . . .
If I Could Write Small Enough, These Words Would Fit on the Back of a
Postcard
For Broken Things
In Praise of Unknowing
Acknowledgments
Contents
Good-bye to Golden Nights
Last Anniversary
Mississippi Elegy
Go Birding
How Do You Feel about Ashbery?
Meditation for the Silence of Morning
At the Heart of a Multitude of Things
Only Child (III)
Found in Translation
How the World Began
The Seams Don't Show
Now Warm and Capable
Understories
In Bed and Where Is the Sun?
Acre, Heather, Square
For a Turtle Eating a Strawberry
A Joke about How Old We've Become
Blue Screen of Death
Only Child (II)
Ghazal for a Farewell Transmission
The Terror of Flight
America
State of the Union
My Thought Is Only a Mirror for Yours
Form of Love
Just Off a Highway in North Central Missouri
Elsewhere
Immortality for Mary Ruefle
The Art That We Are
When the Whale Becomes the Wave
Where the Map Is
What Shines Does Not Always Need To
Watching You Make Dinner
Fall Bird
Exile
Finding Yourself in a Museum Gallery
No Longer Yours
Broken Form
Sonnet
Taken Off the Bone
Domestic Barbarians
Only Child (I)
Uncovered at the Falls
Confluence of Objects
And Late . . .
If I Could Write Small Enough, These Words Would Fit on the Back of a
Postcard
For Broken Things
In Praise of Unknowing
Acknowledgments
Good-bye to Golden Nights
Last Anniversary
Mississippi Elegy
Go Birding
How Do You Feel about Ashbery?
Meditation for the Silence of Morning
At the Heart of a Multitude of Things
Only Child (III)
Found in Translation
How the World Began
The Seams Don't Show
Now Warm and Capable
Understories
In Bed and Where Is the Sun?
Acre, Heather, Square
For a Turtle Eating a Strawberry
A Joke about How Old We've Become
Blue Screen of Death
Only Child (II)
Ghazal for a Farewell Transmission
The Terror of Flight
America
State of the Union
My Thought Is Only a Mirror for Yours
Form of Love
Just Off a Highway in North Central Missouri
Elsewhere
Immortality for Mary Ruefle
The Art That We Are
When the Whale Becomes the Wave
Where the Map Is
What Shines Does Not Always Need To
Watching You Make Dinner
Fall Bird
Exile
Finding Yourself in a Museum Gallery
No Longer Yours
Broken Form
Sonnet
Taken Off the Bone
Domestic Barbarians
Only Child (I)
Uncovered at the Falls
Confluence of Objects
And Late . . .
If I Could Write Small Enough, These Words Would Fit on the Back of a
Postcard
For Broken Things
In Praise of Unknowing
Acknowledgments