Description du livre Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. David Young, the distinguished poet and translator, offers us a gorgeous cycle of poems attuned to the Midwestern seasons-to weather both emotional and actual. A writer of thrilling invention and humanity, Young beckons the reader into an effortless proximity with the fox at the field's edge, with the chattering crow and the startling first daffodils of spring. In his tour of both exterior and interior landscapes, the poet scatters his father's ashes and remembers losing his wife, Chloe, to cancer, a loss at times still fresh after several decades; pays homage to the wisdom of the Chinese masters whose aesthetic has helped shape his own; and reflects on the gladdening qualities of a walk in a snowstorm with his black labrador, Nemo-and in this snowfall that I should detest,late March and early April, I'm still raptto see his coat so constellated, starred, re-starred,making a comic cosmos I can love.Young's expert shaping of this world in which, as he writes, "We're never going to get God right. But we / learn to love all our failures on the way," becomes for the reader a fresh experience of life's mysterious goodness and of the abundant pleasure of the language that embodies it. David Young, the distinguished poet and translator, offers us a gorgeous cycle of poems attuned to the Midwestern seasons—to weather both emotional and actual. A writer of thrilling invention and humanity, Young beckons the reader into an effortless proximity with the fox at the field's edge, with the chattering crow and the startling first daffodils of spring. In his tour of both exterior and interior landscapes, the poet scatters his father's ashes and remembers losing his wife, Chloe, to cancer, a loss at times still fresh after several decades; pays homage to the wisdom of the Chinese masters whose aesthetic has helped shape his own; and reflects on the gladdening qualities of a walk in a snowstorm with his black labrador, Nemo: and in this snowfall that I should detest, late March and early April, I'm still rapt to see his coat so constellated, starred, re-starred, making a comic cosmos I can love. Young's expert shaping of this world in which, as he writes, "We're never going to get God right. But we / learn to love all our failures on the way," becomes for the reader a fresh experience of life's mysterious goodness and of the abundant pleasure of the language that embodies it. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. N� de r�f. du vendeur 9780375711299

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Black Lab (Paperback)

David Young

Edit� par Alfred A. Knopf, New York (2007)

ISBN 10 : 0375711295 ISBN 13 : 9780375711299

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Description du livre Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. David Young, the distinguished poet and translator, offers us a gorgeous cycle of poems attuned to the Midwestern seasons-to weather both emotional and actual. A writer of thrilling invention and humanity, Young beckons the reader into an effortless proximity with the fox at the field's edge, with the chattering crow and the startling first daffodils of spring. In his tour of both exterior and interior landscapes, the poet scatters his father's ashes and remembers losing his wife, Chloe, to cancer, a loss at times still fresh after several decades; pays homage to the wisdom of the Chinese masters whose aesthetic has helped shape his own; and reflects on the gladdening qualities of a walk in a snowstorm with his black labrador, Nemo-and in this snowfall that I should detest,late March and early April, I'm still raptto see his coat so constellated, starred, re-starred,making a comic cosmos I can love.Young's expert shaping of this world in which, as he writes, "We're never going to get God right. But we / learn to love all our failures on the way," becomes for the reader a fresh experience of life's mysterious goodness and of the abundant pleasure of the language that embodies it. David Young, the distinguished poet and translator, offers us a gorgeous cycle of poems attuned to the Midwestern seasons—to weather both emotional and actual. A writer of thrilling invention and humanity, Young beckons the reader into an effortless proximity with the fox at the field's edge, with the chattering crow and the startling first daffodils of spring. In his tour of both exterior and interior landscapes, the poet scatters his father's ashes and remembers losing his wife, Chloe, to cancer, a loss at times still fresh after several decades; pays homage to the wisdom of the Chinese masters whose aesthetic has helped shape his own; and reflects on the gladdening qualities of a walk in a snowstorm with his black labrador, Nemo: and in this snowfall that I should detest, late March and early April, I'm still rapt to see his coat so constellated, starred, re-starred, making a comic cosmos I can love. Young's expert shaping of this world in which, as he writes, "We're never going to get God right. But we / learn to love all our failures on the way," becomes for the reader a fresh experience of life's mysterious goodness and of the abundant pleasure of the language that embodies it. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. N� de r�f. du vendeur 9780375711299

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