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In his first collection of poems, & luckier, Christopher J Johnson explores the depths to which we can know our most intimate friends, habits, and--even more so--selves. From a mosaic of coffee cups, dinner engagements, razors, walks around his city, and the wider realm of nature, the poet conti...
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| Formato: | Electrónico eBook |
| Idioma: | Inglés |
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Fort Collins, Colorado :
Center for Literary Publishing, Colorado State University,
2016.
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| Colección: | Book collections on Project MUSE.
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| Acceso en línea: | Texto completo |
Tabla de Contenidos:
- Cover; Contents; Lifestones; We have forgot our gods; Bach could hear the crickets; Do we pulse so strange; It occurred to me; I am unlike nothing; Somewhere beneath this dirt; And we ought to consider; The earth, the mountains move; What else?; What words there are; But all in all; What if what is to be has passed; I am not a plotter of would'ves; Where are the dead; The moth floundered; The ruined wall; Local Transits; Self Portrait; I am not sure if I am no one ; Having thumbs; Because everything; I have sat upon cafe walls; And what more can I give; What a lush world.
- Having shut the door on my extended factsI've hollowed out these lines; And with these tools; It is so. The devil . . .; I have kept, today, to myself; I know my death; Let's not bake bricks; I would rather somewhere I never; I am dark for -; Even though I have done my best; Atolls; This morning in my posture's stick; Ode to Ghosts (7th cranial muscle); Icebergs; I don't understand how the father; You might think it were made by the blackbirds; Fragment (1
- 3) ; Fragment (4) ; On a photograph of yr face; I scoff and offend; The quick orchids my hopes is; Local Transits II.
- Not the falling stars of headlightsEasy to forget; All these ordeals of hips; Once my lover'd angel-tipped; And what of it; Not marble nor stained glass; They are just phantoms; The night may change us.