The Cabinetmaker's Window : Poems /
""Dying never / ends for us. It only slowly rearranges us, "" writes Steve Scafidi in his poignant new collection. Inspired by his own work as a cabinetmaker -- defined by the peppery dust from the woodworker planing a walnut board, turning an oak spindle at the lathe, or honing...
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Formato: | Electrónico eBook |
Idioma: | Inglés |
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Baton Rouge :
Louisiana State University Press,
2014.
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Colección: | Book collections on Project MUSE.
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Acceso en línea: | Texto completo |
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- Cover; Contents; 1; Sometimes There Is a Shit Smell Everywhere; The West Virginia Copper-Wing; This Page; Song for the Holy Ghost; Two Cabinetmakers; Looking for the Maker's Name; At Wartime; Questions I Asked Death, Questions Death Asked Me; The Rocking Chair Bookcase; Triumph of the Jabberwock; Phone Call from the Pleistocene; If Faulkner Is Wrong and We Don't Endure or Prevail; 2; Pig Fucker's Wife; Song for the Tribe; The Chisel; Thank-You Wishes for the Wilderness; Death of a Unicorn; The Cabinetmaker's Window; Like OMG, I Can Die Now e & Pammy; Ars Aureus.
- Lines for the Atrium of a High SchoolAfter Ammianus of the 2nd Century A.D.; Song for the Carry-On; Driving Around; 3; The Little Girl from Outer Space; On the Back of an Envelope; The Denunciation of Ricky Skaggs from On High; Days We Can't Play Black Sabbath; Ode with a Dolphin at the End; On the Birth of a Friend's Child; Under the Collard Greens and the Poppies; To a Cloud over Troy; Dreaming Made the Hula Hoop; You Should, Said Socrates, Sing a Charm over Him Every Day Until You Have Charmed Away His Fears; Music for the Word Perhaps; The Hillbilly Break-Dance and the Talking Crow; 4.
- Whiskey for Sorrow and a Song of DisgraceThe Laborer; What Sings in the Garden Shines in the Sun; The Way the Days Pass One after Another; Thank You Lord for the Dark Ablaze-; How the Things We Work On, Work On Us; On the Rebel Flag over my Neighbor's House; To the Cabinetmakers; Song for Sunday Morning; Poem Ending with a Line from Auden; The Taste of It; In the Parking Lot of the Barbershop; Acknowledgments.