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All its charms /
"A luminous new collection from Keetje Kuipers, All Its Charms is a fearless and transformative reckoning of identity. By turns tender and raw, these poems chronicle Kuipers' decision to become a single mother by choice, her marriage to the woman she first fell in love with more than a dec...
| Clasificación: | Libro Electrónico |
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| Formato: | Electrónico eBook |
| Idioma: | Inglés |
| Publicado: |
Rochester, NY :
Boa Editions, Ltd.,
2019.
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| Edición: | First edition. |
| Colección: | American poets continuum series ;
no. 171. |
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| Acceso en línea: | Texto completo |
Tabla de Contenidos:
- Becoming
- Landscape with sage and the names of my children
- The elk my father shot
- The house on Fish Hatchery Road
- Ars poetica composed in exile
- Native species
- First trimester
- At the Arlee Pow-Wow with my unborn child
- On needing to see a river
- At the Museum of Trades and Traditions
- Georgia
- Still life with nursing bra
- Outside the new body
- Getting the baby to sleep
- Migration instinct
- Landscape without
- Still life with small objects of perfect choking size
- At the small town drag show
- Springtime makes us want
- Love note
- Landscape with ocean and nearly dead dog
- My brother says my milk smells different
- At Golden Gate Park with you
- Shooting clay pigeons after the wedding
- Donetsk
- Yardwork
- Glassblower's glossary of flaws and defects
- Self-care at the playground
- Outside the refugium
- Picking huckleberries as the world ends
- Landscape with child
- On the haunted hayride with Audrey
- Laying on of hands
- I buy my white daughter a black doll
- The Great Lakes
- Spring letter from the south
- Anemoia
- Still life with caviar and crayons
- Names of rivers
- In the yard I lie on my back and dream of turtles
- At the Halloween party
- Abatement
- Collaborators
- Essentials
- After the farmers market, I make a salade nicoise
- Teaching day aubade
- After my shower, a bee at the window
- Digging out the splinter
- Wife
- Told you so
- We drive home from the lake, sand in our shoes
- Still life with beauty berries and two theories of time.