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Old Heart: Poems - Plumly, Stanley
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Unicorn Books/Pustak Mahal, 2007. Softcover. New. Man has always been an ardent seeker of beauty in its subtle and varied manifestations. This has prompted him to draw and paint diverse forms of flora and fauna, gods and men, rivers and mountains, the entire Universe. Unicorn Art Books teach you how to master the art of drawing your favourite things.Each delightful book is brimming with simple step by step instructions to show how you can transform basic shapes into beautiful pictures. Tips are an added feature in every book of this series that will help to create lie-like presentations very easily.So pick up your pencil and see how a circle here and few lines there magically become an eagle, a camel or even a human face. Printed Pages: 64., Unicorn Books/Pustak Mahal, 2007, Unicorn Books/Pustak Mahal, 2007. Softcover. New. Man has always been an ardent seeker of beauty in its subtle and varied manifestations. This has prompted him to draw and paint diverse forms of flora and fauna, gods and men, rivers and mountains, the entire Universe. Unicorn Art Books teach you how to master the art of drawing your favourite things.Each delightful book is brimming with simple step by step instructions to show how you can transform basic shapes into beautiful pictures. Tips are an added feature in every book of this series that will help to create lie-like presentations very easily.So pick up your pencil and see how a circle here and few lines there magically become an eagle, a camel or even a human face. Printed Pages: 64., Unicorn Books/Pustak Mahal, 2007, St. Martin's Paperbacks. 1998. Paperback. Very Good. It is 1667 and the Dutch and the English are at war. Sir Francis Courtney a nd his son Henry 'Hal' Courtney, in their fighting caravel Lady Edwina, are on patrol off the Agulhas Cape of Southern Africa: lying in wait for one o f the galleons of the Dutch East India Company returning from the Orient la den with treasure to fall into their net. It is the beginning of the quest that will sweep them from the new settleme nt of Good Hope at the southern tip of Africa to the Great Horn of Ethiopia far to the north. The bloody capture of the Dutch merchantman, and three v aluable hostages, launches Hal into a perilous adventure which only the bra vest will survive... Along the way Hal will encounter many enemies. A dangerous mutineer, sworn to extract to revenge. A fellow Knight Templar, now his father's betrayer. And the most dangerous adversary on the African continent, the Dutch swords man Schreuder. His spirit will also be tested by love. For the rich and pampered Dutch hei ress, Katinka. For the beautiful slave girl, Sukeena. And for a woman whose unstinting courage will outshine them all... From the dungeons of Good Hope to the uncharted wilderness of the Dark Cont inent and then to the fatal narrows of the Red Sea, Hal's faith will lead h im to his destiny. To the defense of the final Christian stronghold in Afri ca. The kingdom of Prester John, historic guardian of the priceless Holy Gr ail... Birds of Prey is a Courtney Family Adventure from bestselling author Wilbur Smith., St. Martin's Paperbacks, 1998, New York, U.S.A.: Dell Pub Co, 1990. Mass Market Paperback. Very Good/No Jacket as Issued. New York, U.S.A.: Dell Pub Co, 1990. Very Good/No Jacket as Issued. The sun was so brilliant nearly everyone was squinting, though it was only eleven o'clock in the morning. The tiniest of breezes ruffled the women's hair. The day was so beautiful there was a kind of agony to it, an amazing silence, and all one could hear in the silences were birds, a quiet chirping, a sud­den shrieking, and the overwhelming smell of flowers ... lily of the valley, gardenias, freesia, buried in a carpet of moss. But Ward Thayer saw none of it and he seemed to hear noth­ing at all. His eyes had been closed for several minutes, and when he opened them, he stared for the longest time, almost like a zombie, looking colorless, so unlike the image everyone had of him ... had had for the last forty years. There was nothing dashing or exciting or even handsome about Ward Thayer this morning. He stood immobilized in the brilliant sunlight, watching nothing, his eyes closed again, almost too tightly, he pressed his eyelids tightly together, and for a mo­ment he wanted never to open them again, as she had not, as she never would again. There was a voice, droning softly in the distance, saying something, sounding no different than the hum of insects buzzing near the flowers. And he felt nothing. Nothing. Why? Why did he feel nothing, he asked himself? Had he felt noth­ing for her? Had it all been a lie? He felt a wave of panic wash over him ... he couldn't remember her face .. the way she wore her hair ... the color of her eyes ... his eyes flew open brusquely, tearing the lids apart like hands that had been clasped, skin that had once upon a time been grafted. The sun blinded him in an instant, and he saw only a flash of light and smelled the flowers, as a bee hummed lazily past him, and the pastor said her name. Faye Price Thayer. There was a muffled popping sound to his left and the lightning of a camera exploded in his eyes, as the woman beside him pressed his arm. He looked down at her, his eyes adjusting to the light again, and suddenly he remembered. Everything he had forgotten was reflected in his daughter's eyes. The younger woman looked so much like her, yet how different they were. There would never be another woman like Faye Thayer. They all knew that, and he knew it best of all. He looked at the pretty blonde beside him, remembering it all, and longing silently for Faye. His daughter stood tall and sedate. She was plainer than Faye had been. Her smooth blond hair was pulled tightly into a knot, and beside her stood a serious-looking man, who touched her arm often. They were on their own now, all of them, each one different, separate, yet part of a larger whole, part of Faye ... and of him as well. Was she truly gone? It seemed impossible, as tears rolled solemnly down his cheeks and a dozen photographers leapt forward to record his pain, to put on front pages around the world. The grieving widower of Faye Price Thayer. He was hers now, in death, as he had been hers in life. They were all hers. All of them. The daughters, the son, the co-workers, the friends, and they were all there to honor the memory of the woman who would never come again. The family stood beside him in the front row. His daughter Vanessa, her bespectacled young man, and beside him, Vanes­sa's twin, Valerie, with hair of flame, a golden face, a perfect black silk dress which clung to her breathtakingly, her success stamped on her unmistakably, and beside her an equally daz­zling man. They made such a beautiful pair one had to stare at them, and it pleased Ward to see how much Val looked like Faye. He had never noticed it quite so much before, but he saw it now . . . . And Lionel, who looked so like her too, though more Family Album 5 qui~tly. Tall and handso~e and blond, sensual, elegant, and delicate, yet at the same tune proud. He stood staring into the distance now, remembering the others he had known and loved .... Gregory and John, lost brother, treasured friend. He thought too of how well Faye had known Lionel, better than anyone perhaps. She had known him better than he knew himself ... ISBN 0-440-12434-4 12mo - over 6¾" - 7¾" tall. <br/><br/>, Dell Pub Co, 1990, Unicorn Books/Pustak Mahal, 2007. Softcover. New. Man has always been an ardent seeker of beauty in its subtle and varied manifestations. This has prompted him to draw and paint diverse forms of flora and fauna, gods and men, rivers and mountains, the entire Universe. Unicorn Art Books teach you how to master the art of drawing your favourite things.Each delightful book is brimming with simple step by step instructions to show how you can transform basic shapes into beautiful pictures. Tips are an added feature in every book of this series that will help to create lie-like presentations very easily.So pick up your pencil and see how a circle here and few lines there magically become an eagle, a camel or even a human face. Printed Pages: 64., Unicorn Books/Pustak Mahal, 2007, W. W. Norton & Company, 2007-09-17. Hardcover. New. 0393065685 The Barnes & Noble Review Wallace Stevens taught us that "Death is the mother of beauty." Mortality hovers over Stanley Plumly's tenth book, lending it a veiled and subtle beauty. Butterflies slip "through more molting lives / than saints --"; elsewhere "spirit birds" fly through "The spirit world the negative of this one; / soft outlines of soft whites against soft darks"; the narrator's own mother lies becalmed on hard white sheets, the narrative of legs, arms, animal centers stilled, some starlight in the mind glittering off and on, couldn't tell me whether or not to leave her The keystone sequence, "Elevens" -- comprising eleven poems, of eleven lines each -- takes us straight into the heart of mortality's dilemma. The poet's own "old heart" reveals itself, "lit up on the screen, / the arteries, veins and ventricles." Plumly centers his poetry inside the embodied world -- air, snow, mountains, trees, grass, animals, insects. His lines have a sinuous and subtle beauty, like smoke. Yet they light up again and again in pure radiance. Poets speak to one another across time and space in their poetry. In Old Heart, Plumley converses with Pound, Stevens, Eliot, and Keats, and with his contemporaries: Donald Justice, Michael Collier, Henri Cole. As the list suggests, this is a curiously masculine book, like Melville's Ishmael adrift on the sea. It is also wide-rangingly philosophical, understated, modest, and, ultimately, hauntingly exquisite. --Liz Rosenberg From the Publisher In his new collection of poetry, Plumly confronts and celebrates mortality in the natural world, in the immediacy of loss of friends, and in personal encounters. Publishers Weekly The eighth gathering of poems from Plumly (Now That My Father Lies Down Beside Me) offers many beauties but few surprises. Onrushing, almost whispering, pentameters, divided into lyric meditations, depict the winters, summers, springs, snows, fogs, skies and greenery of Europe and of the American East Coast, where Plumly resides. We see "a winter city, night city, streetlights/ blurred in mist" (Prague); "glittering halves of oyster shells"; "first crocuses and the lavender called redbud" blooming on a college campus; even, in one poem called "Pastoral," the "complexities of leaves,/ the umbels, whorls, bracts, and involucres." Plumly remains as much a poet of elegy as he is a poet of nature: odes and memorials to other poets, living and dead, show "how we all change with time but don't." Plumly can seem morbid, or bathetic, as in a sonnet called "When He Fell Backwards into His Coffin," about a corpse found in a bathtub; he can also seem content with mere prettiness, speaking nothing but "Summer's/ language like sunlight on stone, light itself the stone." Yet Plumly has admirers for good reason: few poets have sounded so often so comfortable at once with the recollections and strong emotions involved in autobiography, and with attention to a beautiful natural world. (Sept.)Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information The Barnes & Noble Review Wallace Stevens taught us that "Death is the mother of beauty." Mortality hovers over Stanley Plumly's tenth book, lending it a veiled and subtle beauty. Butterflies slip "through more molting lives / than saints --"; elsewhere "spirit birds" fly through "The spirit world the negative of this one; / soft outlines of soft whites against soft darks"; the narrator's own mother lies becalmed on hard white sheets, the narrative of legs, arms, animal centers stilled, some starlight in the mind glittering off and on, couldn't tell me whether or not to leave her The keystone sequence, "Elevens" -- comprising eleven poems, of eleven lines each -- takes us straight into the heart of mortality's dilemma. The poet's own "old heart" reveals itself, "lit up on the screen, / the arteries, veins and ventricles." Plumly centers his poetry inside the embodied world -- air, snow, mountains, trees, grass, animals, insects. His lines have a sinuous and subtle beauty, like smoke. Yet they light up again and again in pure radiance. Poe, W. W. Norton & Company, 2007-09-17

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WaterBrook Press. 2008. Paperback. Very Good. A copy that has been read, but is in excellent condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine remains undamaged What if you only had one month to live? How would you make each day meaning ful? How would you relate to others differently? What would you do to make the rest of your life really matter? With eye-opening insights and soul- inspiring truths, One Month to Live will challenge you to embrace the life God has entrusted to you and you alone, and to live it out moment by moment with wholehearted authenticity, honesty , and integrity. Each chapter overflows with inspiring quotations, colorful true stories, an d questions for reflection. The four sections, which can be read over four weeks, help you examine the core areas inside you that long to be exercised and expressed: how you're made to live passionately, love boldly, learn fr om your mistakes, and leave a legacy that endures for generations after you 're gone. Complete with uplifting action points, each of the thirty chapter s-one per day in a life-changing month-offers you fresh strategies for over coming habits that mire you in mediocrity. Open yourself to the challenge of embracing your mortality and being empowered to live each day engaged in being fully alive., WaterBrook Press, 2008, Disney Hyperion. 2009. Paperback. Very Good. A copy that has been read, but is in excellent condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine remains undamaged. Artemis Fowl is going straight. As soon as he pulls off the most brilliant criminal feat of his career. At least, that's the plan when he attempts to sell his C Cube, a supercomputer built from stolen fairy technology. When h is efforts to broker a deal for the Cube with a powerful businessman go ter ribly wrong, his loyal bodyguard and friend Butler is mortally injured. The only thing that will save him is fairy magic, so once again he must contac t his old rival, Holly Short. It's going to take a miracle to save Butler, and Artemis's luck may have just run out. Editorial Reviews Review In this third installment to Eoin Colfer's funny, fast-paced, fairy-filled adventure series, boy genius and arch criminal Artemis Fowl once again can' t resist plotting the perfect crime-- and, once again, he can't keep from st irring up so much trouble that the fate of the entire fairy world teeters i n the balance. The once hard- boiled Artemis has softened a bit between his bestselling debut and the seat-of-your-pants Arctic Incident, and that trend continues in The Eternity Code: He's still plotting for a billion-dollar-plus payoff for the Fowl family, but now his enemies are human (chiefly Jon Spiro, a ruthless businessman Artemis tries to blackmail using stolen fairy technology) and he has to turn to his old adversary-turned-friend Captain Holly Short and cutpurse dwarf Mulch Diggums for help. The dialogue and action prove as smart and page-turning as ever this time around, with Arte, Disney Hyperion, 2009, Zebra. 2008. Paperback. Very Good. A copy that has been read, but is in excellent condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine remains undamaged. Just typical. No love life to speak of for months, then all at once, every horny creature in the Otherworld wants to get in your pants... Eugenie Markham is a powerful shaman who does a brisk trade banishing spiri ts and fey who cross into the mortal world. Mercenary, yes, but a girl's go t to eat. Her most recent case, however, is enough to ruin her appetite. Hi red to find a teenager who has been taken to the Otherworld, Eugenie comes face to face with a startling prophecy--one that uncovers dark secrets abou t her past and claims that Eugenie's first-born will threaten the future of the world as she knows it. Now Eugenie is a hot target for every ambitious demon and Otherworldy ne'er-do-well, and the ones who don't want to knock her up want her dead. Eugenie handles a Glock as smoothly as she wields a wand, but she needs some formidable allies for a job like this. She finds them in Dorian, a seductive fairy king with a taste for bondage, and Kiyo, a gorgeous shape-shifter who redefines animal attraction. But with enemies growing bolder and time running out, Eugenie realizes that the greatest danger is yet to come, and it lies in the dark powers that are stirring to life within her..., Zebra, 2008, Non Basic Stock Line. 2010. Paperback. Very Good. A copy that has been read, but is in excellent condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine remains undamaged. (PHILIP ROTH HAS WON THE MAN BOOKER INTERNATIONAL PRIZE IN 2011) EVERYTHING IS OVER FOR SIMON AXLER, THE PROTAGONIST OF PHILIP ROTH S STARTLING NEW BOOK. ONE OF THE LEADING AMERICAN STAGE ACTORS OF HIS GENERATION, NOW IN HIS SIXTIES, HE HAS LOST HIS MAGIC, HIS TALENT AND HIS ASSURANCE. HIS FALSTAFF AND PEER GYNT AND VANYA, ALL HIS GREAT ROLES, ARE MELTED INTO AIR, INTO THIN AIR . FOLLOWING THE DARK MEDITATIONS ON MORTALITY AND ENDINGS IN EVERYMAN AND EXIT GHOST, AND THE BITTERLY IRONIC RETROSPECT ON YOUTH AND CHANCE IN INDIGNATION, ROTH HAS WRITTEN ANOTHER IN HIS HAUNTING GROUP OF LATE NOVELS. THE HUMBLING IS ROTH S THIRTIETH BOOK., Non Basic Stock Line, 2010, Orbit. 1993. Paperback. Very Good. A copy that has been read, but is in excellent condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine remains undamaged. Exile d to the Shadows for centuries, a man more than mortal awakens in an Earth hospital with no memory of his past and is surrounded by enemies who hunger for his destruction. For Corwin is the rightful successor to the throne of the real world. But to rule, he must conquer impossible realities and demo nic assassins . . . and survive the most insidious malevolence imaginable w rought by his own family., Orbit, 1993, Dutton Adult. Hardcover. 0525933689 hardcover in dustjacket. first edition. fine condition. an excellent copy. . Very Good. 1991., Dutton Adult, 1991, Simon & Schuster Childrens Books. PAPERBACK. 147111824X The book is in very good condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine has some minor wear but remains intact. The book has been read with care. -- Re-Read is a social enterprise that trades in and recycles books to reduce waste, save them from landfill and provide services and activities that promote literacy, education attainment and quality of life in South Yorkshire and supports Askern Community Library. All overseas shipping is via Airmail. . Very Good., Simon & Schuster Childrens Books, Scholastic. PAPERBACK. 1407104349 2007 edition: The book is in good condition. Pages are tanned. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The cover and spine have some wear but remain intact. -- Re-Read is a social enterprise that trades in and recycles books to reduce waste, save them from landfill and provide services and activities that promote literacy, education attainment and quality of life in South Yorkshire and supports Askern Community Library. All overseas shipping is via Airmail. . Good., Scholastic, London: Panther Books. Very Good. 1972. Softcover. 0586036512 . Cover has light edge and corner wear, a little edge rubbing, light creasing/corner curling. Pages clean and intact. "Can a human being be reconstituted like orange juice? To find out, the Army backs a futuristic research project that transfers a man's personality onto computer tapes. Guinea pig for the experiment is technical writer and dreamer Bob Shairp. But the project barely gets off the ground when a computer accident wipes out Shairp's mortal body and only his tapes remain..." (200osl) ; 12mo 7" - 7½" tall ., Panther Books, 1972, W. W. Norton & Company, 2007-09-17. Hardcover. New. 0393065685 The Barnes & Noble Review Wallace Stevens taught us that "Death is the mother of beauty." Mortality hovers over Stanley Plumly's tenth book, lending it a veiled and subtle beauty. Butterflies slip "through more molting lives / than saints --"; elsewhere "spirit birds" fly through "The spirit world the negative of this one; / soft outlines of soft whites against soft darks"; the narrator's own mother lies becalmed on hard white sheets, the narrative of legs, arms, animal centers stilled, some starlight in the mind glittering off and on, couldn't tell me whether or not to leave her The keystone sequence, "Elevens" -- comprising eleven poems, of eleven lines each -- takes us straight into the heart of mortality's dilemma. The poet's own "old heart" reveals itself, "lit up on the screen, / the arteries, veins and ventricles." Plumly centers his poetry inside the embodied world -- air, snow, mountains, trees, grass, animals, insects. His lines have a sinuous and subtle beauty, like smoke. Yet they light up again and again in pure radiance. Poets speak to one another across time and space in their poetry. In Old Heart, Plumley converses with Pound, Stevens, Eliot, and Keats, and with his contemporaries: Donald Justice, Michael Collier, Henri Cole. As the list suggests, this is a curiously masculine book, like Melville's Ishmael adrift on the sea. It is also wide-rangingly philosophical, understated, modest, and, ultimately, hauntingly exquisite. --Liz Rosenberg From the Publisher In his new collection of poetry, Plumly confronts and celebrates mortality in the natural world, in the immediacy of loss of friends, and in personal encounters. Publishers Weekly The eighth gathering of poems from Plumly (Now That My Father Lies Down Beside Me) offers many beauties but few surprises. Onrushing, almost whispering, pentameters, divided into lyric meditations, depict the winters, summers, springs, snows, fogs, skies and greenery of Europe and of the American East Coast, where Plumly resides. We see "a winter city, night city, streetlights/ blurred in mist" (Prague); "glittering halves of oyster shells"; "first crocuses and the lavender called redbud" blooming on a college campus; even, in one poem called "Pastoral," the "complexities of leaves,/ the umbels, whorls, bracts, and involucres." Plumly remains as much a poet of elegy as he is a poet of nature: odes and memorials to other poets, living and dead, show "how we all change with time but don't." Plumly can seem morbid, or bathetic, as in a sonnet called "When He Fell Backwards into His Coffin," about a corpse found in a bathtub; he can also seem content with mere prettiness, speaking nothing but "Summer's/ language like sunlight on stone, light itself the stone." Yet Plumly has admirers for good reason: few poets have sounded so often so comfortable at once with the recollections and strong emotions involved in autobiography, and with attention to a beautiful natural world. (Sept.)Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information The Barnes & Noble Review Wallace Stevens taught us that "Death is the mother of beauty." Mortality hovers over Stanley Plumly's tenth book, lending it a veiled and subtle beauty. Butterflies slip "through more molting lives / than saints --"; elsewhere "spirit birds" fly through "The spirit world the negative of this one; / soft outlines of soft whites against soft darks"; the narrator's own mother lies becalmed on hard white sheets, the narrative of legs, arms, animal centers stilled, some starlight in the mind glittering off and on, couldn't tell me whether or not to leave her The keystone sequence, "Elevens" -- comprising eleven poems, of eleven lines each -- takes us straight into the heart of mortality's dilemma. The poet's own "old heart" reveals itself, "lit up on the screen, / the arteries, veins and ventricles." Plumly centers his poetry inside the embodied world -- air, snow, mountains, trees, grass, animals, insects. His lines have a sinuous and subtle beauty, like smoke. Yet they light up again and again in pure radiance. Poe, W. W. Norton & Company, 2007-09-17

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The Mountain Empire Genealogical Quarterly. VG/NONE. 1986. Softcover. Clean, tight copy. ; Stapled softcover. ; 4to 11" - 13" tall ., The Mountain Empire Genealogical Quarterly, 1986, Menasha Ridge Press. Paperback. 0897326210 Never used! Overstock from publisher with moderate wear to edges from shelving. May have a slightly jammed corner. . Very Good. 6/28/2008., Menasha Ridge Press, 6/28/2008, W. W. Norton & Company, 2007-09-17. Hardcover. New. 0393065685 The Barnes & Noble Review Wallace Stevens taught us that "Death is the mother of beauty." Mortality hovers over Stanley Plumly's tenth book, lending it a veiled and subtle beauty. Butterflies slip "through more molting lives / than saints --"; elsewhere "spirit birds" fly through "The spirit world the negative of this one; / soft outlines of soft whites against soft darks"; the narrator's own mother lies becalmed on hard white sheets, the narrative of legs, arms, animal centers stilled, some starlight in the mind glittering off and on, couldn't tell me whether or not to leave her The keystone sequence, "Elevens" -- comprising eleven poems, of eleven lines each -- takes us straight into the heart of mortality's dilemma. The poet's own "old heart" reveals itself, "lit up on the screen, / the arteries, veins and ventricles." Plumly centers his poetry inside the embodied world -- air, snow, mountains, trees, grass, animals, insects. His lines have a sinuous and subtle beauty, like smoke. Yet they light up again and again in pure radiance. Poets speak to one another across time and space in their poetry. In Old Heart, Plumley converses with Pound, Stevens, Eliot, and Keats, and with his contemporaries: Donald Justice, Michael Collier, Henri Cole. As the list suggests, this is a curiously masculine book, like Melville's Ishmael adrift on the sea. It is also wide-rangingly philosophical, understated, modest, and, ultimately, hauntingly exquisite. --Liz Rosenberg From the Publisher In his new collection of poetry, Plumly confronts and celebrates mortality in the natural world, in the immediacy of loss of friends, and in personal encounters. Publishers Weekly The eighth gathering of poems from Plumly (Now That My Father Lies Down Beside Me) offers many beauties but few surprises. Onrushing, almost whispering, pentameters, divided into lyric meditations, depict the winters, summers, springs, snows, fogs, skies and greenery of Europe and of the American East Coast, where Plumly resides. We see "a winter city, night city, streetlights/ blurred in mist" (Prague); "glittering halves of oyster shells"; "first crocuses and the lavender called redbud" blooming on a college campus; even, in one poem called "Pastoral," the "complexities of leaves,/ the umbels, whorls, bracts, and involucres." Plumly remains as much a poet of elegy as he is a poet of nature: odes and memorials to other poets, living and dead, show "how we all change with time but don't." Plumly can seem morbid, or bathetic, as in a sonnet called "When He Fell Backwards into His Coffin," about a corpse found in a bathtub; he can also seem content with mere prettiness, speaking nothing but "Summer's/ language like sunlight on stone, light itself the stone." Yet Plumly has admirers for good reason: few poets have sounded so often so comfortable at once with the recollections and strong emotions involved in autobiography, and with attention to a beautiful natural world. (Sept.)Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information The Barnes & Noble Review Wallace Stevens taught us that "Death is the mother of beauty." Mortality hovers over Stanley Plumly's tenth book, lending it a veiled and subtle beauty. Butterflies slip "through more molting lives / than saints --"; elsewhere "spirit birds" fly through "The spirit world the negative of this one; / soft outlines of soft whites against soft darks"; the narrator's own mother lies becalmed on hard white sheets, the narrative of legs, arms, animal centers stilled, some starlight in the mind glittering off and on, couldn't tell me whether or not to leave her The keystone sequence, "Elevens" -- comprising eleven poems, of eleven lines each -- takes us straight into the heart of mortality's dilemma. The poet's own "old heart" reveals itself, "lit up on the screen, / the arteries, veins and ventricles." Plumly centers his poetry inside the embodied world -- air, snow, mountains, trees, grass, animals, insects. His lines have a sinuous and subtle beauty, like smoke. Yet they light up again and again in pure radiance. Poe, W. W. Norton & Company, 2007-09-17

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2007, ISBN: 9780393065688

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Gallinipper Enterprises, 1996. Some moderate edge/cornerwear. We are professional sellers with an open shop - established '97!. Paperback. Acceptable., Gallinipper Enterprises, 1996, W. W. Norton & Company, 2007-09-17. Hardcover. New. 0393065685 The Barnes & Noble Review Wallace Stevens taught us that "Death is the mother of beauty." Mortality hovers over Stanley Plumly's tenth book, lending it a veiled and subtle beauty. Butterflies slip "through more molting lives / than saints --"; elsewhere "spirit birds" fly through "The spirit world the negative of this one; / soft outlines of soft whites against soft darks"; the narrator's own mother lies becalmed on hard white sheets, the narrative of legs, arms, animal centers stilled, some starlight in the mind glittering off and on, couldn't tell me whether or not to leave her The keystone sequence, "Elevens" -- comprising eleven poems, of eleven lines each -- takes us straight into the heart of mortality's dilemma. The poet's own "old heart" reveals itself, "lit up on the screen, / the arteries, veins and ventricles." Plumly centers his poetry inside the embodied world -- air, snow, mountains, trees, grass, animals, insects. His lines have a sinuous and subtle beauty, like smoke. Yet they light up again and again in pure radiance. Poets speak to one another across time and space in their poetry. In Old Heart, Plumley converses with Pound, Stevens, Eliot, and Keats, and with his contemporaries: Donald Justice, Michael Collier, Henri Cole. As the list suggests, this is a curiously masculine book, like Melville's Ishmael adrift on the sea. It is also wide-rangingly philosophical, understated, modest, and, ultimately, hauntingly exquisite. --Liz Rosenberg From the Publisher In his new collection of poetry, Plumly confronts and celebrates mortality in the natural world, in the immediacy of loss of friends, and in personal encounters. Publishers Weekly The eighth gathering of poems from Plumly (Now That My Father Lies Down Beside Me) offers many beauties but few surprises. Onrushing, almost whispering, pentameters, divided into lyric meditations, depict the winters, summers, springs, snows, fogs, skies and greenery of Europe and of the American East Coast, where Plumly resides. We see "a winter city, night city, streetlights/ blurred in mist" (Prague); "glittering halves of oyster shells"; "first crocuses and the lavender called redbud" blooming on a college campus; even, in one poem called "Pastoral," the "complexities of leaves,/ the umbels, whorls, bracts, and involucres." Plumly remains as much a poet of elegy as he is a poet of nature: odes and memorials to other poets, living and dead, show "how we all change with time but don't." Plumly can seem morbid, or bathetic, as in a sonnet called "When He Fell Backwards into His Coffin," about a corpse found in a bathtub; he can also seem content with mere prettiness, speaking nothing but "Summer's/ language like sunlight on stone, light itself the stone." Yet Plumly has admirers for good reason: few poets have sounded so often so comfortable at once with the recollections and strong emotions involved in autobiography, and with attention to a beautiful natural world. (Sept.)Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information The Barnes & Noble Review Wallace Stevens taught us that "Death is the mother of beauty." Mortality hovers over Stanley Plumly's tenth book, lending it a veiled and subtle beauty. Butterflies slip "through more molting lives / than saints --"; elsewhere "spirit birds" fly through "The spirit world the negative of this one; / soft outlines of soft whites against soft darks"; the narrator's own mother lies becalmed on hard white sheets, the narrative of legs, arms, animal centers stilled, some starlight in the mind glittering off and on, couldn't tell me whether or not to leave her The keystone sequence, "Elevens" -- comprising eleven poems, of eleven lines each -- takes us straight into the heart of mortality's dilemma. The poet's own "old heart" reveals itself, "lit up on the screen, / the arteries, veins and ventricles." Plumly centers his poetry inside the embodied world -- air, snow, mountains, trees, grass, animals, insects. His lines have a sinuous and subtle beauty, like smoke. Yet they light up again and again in pure radiance. Poe, W. W. Norton & Company, 2007-09-17

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W. W. Norton & Company, 2007-09-17. Hardcover. New. 0393065685 The Barnes & Noble Review Wallace Stevens taught us that "Death is the mother of beauty." Mortality hovers over Stanley Plumly's tenth book, lending it a veiled and subtle beauty. Butterflies slip "through more molting lives / than saints --"; elsewhere "spirit birds" fly through "The spirit world the negative of this one; / soft outlines of soft whites against soft darks"; the narrator's own mother lies becalmed on hard white sheets, the narrative of legs, arms, animal centers stilled, some starlight in the mind glittering off and on, couldn't tell me whether or not to leave her The keystone sequence, "Elevens" -- comprising eleven poems, of eleven lines each -- takes us straight into the heart of mortality's dilemma. The poet's own "old heart" reveals itself, "lit up on the screen, / the arteries, veins and ventricles." Plumly centers his poetry inside the embodied world -- air, snow, mountains, trees, grass, animals, insects. His lines have a sinuous and subtle beauty, like smoke. Yet they light up again and again in pure radiance. Poets speak to one another across time and space in their poetry. In Old Heart, Plumley converses with Pound, Stevens, Eliot, and Keats, and with his contemporaries: Donald Justice, Michael Collier, Henri Cole. As the list suggests, this is a curiously masculine book, like Melville's Ishmael adrift on the sea. It is also wide-rangingly philosophical, understated, modest, and, ultimately, hauntingly exquisite. --Liz Rosenberg From the Publisher In his new collection of poetry, Plumly confronts and celebrates mortality in the natural world, in the immediacy of loss of friends, and in personal encounters. Publishers Weekly The eighth gathering of poems from Plumly (Now That My Father Lies Down Beside Me) offers many beauties but few surprises. Onrushing, almost whispering, pentameters, divided into lyric meditations, depict the winters, summers, springs, snows, fogs, skies and greenery of Europe and of the American East Coast, where Plumly resides. We see "a winter city, night city, streetlights/ blurred in mist" (Prague); "glittering halves of oyster shells"; "first crocuses and the lavender called redbud" blooming on a college campus; even, in one poem called "Pastoral," the "complexities of leaves,/ the umbels, whorls, bracts, and involucres." Plumly remains as much a poet of elegy as he is a poet of nature: odes and memorials to other poets, living and dead, show "how we all change with time but don't." Plumly can seem morbid, or bathetic, as in a sonnet called "When He Fell Backwards into His Coffin," about a corpse found in a bathtub; he can also seem content with mere prettiness, speaking nothing but "Summer's/ language like sunlight on stone, light itself the stone." Yet Plumly has admirers for good reason: few poets have sounded so often so comfortable at once with the recollections and strong emotions involved in autobiography, and with attention to a beautiful natural world. (Sept.)Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information The Barnes & Noble Review Wallace Stevens taught us that "Death is the mother of beauty." Mortality hovers over Stanley Plumly's tenth book, lending it a veiled and subtle beauty. Butterflies slip "through more molting lives / than saints --"; elsewhere "spirit birds" fly through "The spirit world the negative of this one; / soft outlines of soft whites against soft darks"; the narrator's own mother lies becalmed on hard white sheets, the narrative of legs, arms, animal centers stilled, some starlight in the mind glittering off and on, couldn't tell me whether or not to leave her The keystone sequence, "Elevens" -- comprising eleven poems, of eleven lines each -- takes us straight into the heart of mortality's dilemma. The poet's own "old heart" reveals itself, "lit up on the screen, / the arteries, veins and ventricles." Plumly centers his poetry inside the embodied world -- air, snow, mountains, trees, grass, animals, insects. His lines have a sinuous and subtle beauty, like smoke. Yet they light up again and again in pure radiance. Poe, W. W. Norton & Company, 2007-09-17

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"Successor to James Wright and John Keats, with a marvelous ear for the music of contemplation."--Rita Dove In his new collection, Stanley Plumly confronts and celebrates mortality--in the detailed natural world, in the immediacy of the loss of friends, and in personal encounters. Archetypal, sometimes even allegorical, the poems in Old Heart amount to a sustained meditation. The American Academy of Arts and Letters declared of Plumly that "he has in the last thirty years quietly, steadily, expanded the range of lyric poetry in English...(and) reinvigorated our poetry." His ethical rigor and literary modesty combine in "Old Heart"--his finest book of poetry.

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EAN (ISBN-13): 9780393065688
ISBN (ISBN-10): 0393065685
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Erscheinungsjahr: 2007
Herausgeber: W W NORTON & CO
96 Seiten
Gewicht: 0,249 kg
Sprache: eng/Englisch

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