The Collected Poems of Naomi Replansky PDF/EPUB É

The Collected Poems of Naomi Replansky  PDF/EPUB É
  • Paperback
  • 128 pages
  • The Collected Poems of Naomi Replansky
  • Naomi Replansky
  • English
  • 11 January 2019
  • 9781574232158

The Collected Poems of Naomi Replansky [PDF / Epub] ✩ The Collected Poems of Naomi Replansky ☉ Naomi Replansky – Essayreview.co.uk Nominated for the National Book Award in , Naomi Replansky s first book Ring Song dazzled critics with its candor and freshness of language Here at long last is the new and collected work of a lifetim Nominated for the National Book Award in , Poems of ePUB ☆ Naomi Replansky s first book Ring Song dazzled critics with its candor and freshness of language Here at long last is the new and collected work of a lifetime by a writer hailed as one of the most brilliant American poets by George Oppen Replansky The Collected PDF \ is a poet whose verse combines the compression of Emily Dickinson, the passion of Anna Akhmatova, and the music of WH Auden These poems, which Marie Ponsot calls sixty years of a free woman s song, are Replansky s hymns to the struggle for justice and equality and to the enduring beauty of life Collected Poems of PDF ´ in our dangerous world.


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10 thoughts on “The Collected Poems of Naomi Replansky

  1. says:

    i found this because the oasis is probably my favorite poem of all time, and i was hoping to be just as in love with everything else replansky has written while a lot of these weren t for me, a trip to the zoo and estrangement were powerful enough to boost my rating up i highly recommend checking them out

  2. says:

    Trying to paint clouds, I fix my feet to the ground.1986

  3. says:

    Naomi Replansky s poetry rings with reality and wisdom, and it is always song Her observant, political wit and gravity are as piercing and as necessary now as ever and I would say so her voice and her way of reading are among the very best we have Jean Valentine Naomi Replansky is a major American poet, long overdue for acclaim She writes skillfully, both in and out of strict form, crafting lines carefully, with concision and rare intensity Her poems are the real thing her collected work of a lifetime deserves the widest possible hearing X J Kennedy Here in a book, the work of a life All the poet Naomi Replansky is here the dry, quiet voice, the incantatory and familiar rhythms that are never quite what you think they are, the wit, the touch of comfort, and the tongue lash, the modesty that entirely frees her from trend, and the audacity above all the audacity, the risk taking, the nerve of the woman These poems bear honest witness to what it was to be alive, really alive, in the twentieth century, and I turn to them again and again for courage to face the dark opening of the twenty first Ursula Le Guin The free and savvy poems of Naomi Replansky soar, in a speech that urgently affirms a strength we ve almost forgotten we have Clear as water and as necessary, they quicken our solitary selves The light pulse of their instantly shared energy shows us each other and joins us in our eagerness to speak out as they do, against confusion They are bold and embolden us We hear the true polis alive under the dirty air of truthless ping and we participate in its power To participate in power is freedom, Cicero says These poems, proposing sixty years of a free woman s song, wake us up to it Their cadences and claims uncover the given world and make us think We do so willingly because the beat they keep is the rhythm of the heart Marie Ponsot

  4. says:

    Factory PoemThe tool bit cut, the metal curled,The oil soaked through her clothing.She made six hundred parts a dayAnd timed herself by breathing.And what she mad and where it went She did not ask or wonder Gone to rust, or to machinesOf pleasure or of murder.She dared not quit she had seen thoseWho fought like jackals over The carcass of a rotting jobIn cold Depression weather As if each payday would repay,As if she d live forever.She wished away the newborn weekand wished the daylight were over Evening bell, you I long for With such restless longing, Come, straighten my shoulders And deliver my hands.

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