There is no word for small reflections that run away from the surface of water - the golden specks Klimt painted over his faces. Gleamts is a collection full of things that don't have precise names: the feeling of becoming your mother, the calm of an old rock, the mildly damaged readiness for a new life.
In four chapters, Irene Riz charts the territory between two poles: a mother dies, a granddaughter is born. Between these events, a woman moves through forests, oceans, and cities; through grief, wonder, solitude, and love. The poems are intimate and observant, rooted in the physical world - gravel underfoot, a lizard on a rock, light through branches - and open to what cannot quite be named. Forty-six poems. Four chapters. One voice.
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. There is no word for small reflections that run away from the surface of water - the golden specks Klimt painted over his faces. Gleamts is a collection full of things that don't have precise names: the feeling of becoming your mother, the calm of an old rock, the mildly damaged readiness for a new life.In four chapters, Irene Riz charts the territory between two poles: a mother dies, a granddaughter is born. Between these events, a woman moves through forests, oceans, and cities; through grief, wonder, solitude, and love. The poems are intimate and observant, rooted in the physical world - gravel underfoot, a lizard on a rock, light through branches - and open to what cannot quite be named. Forty-six poems. Four chapters. One voice. Gleamts is a poetry collection by Irene Riz. Four chapters trace the loss of a mother, the birth of a granddaughter, and the life of a woman who runs through forests, climbs rocks, talks to trees, and writes poems. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798295677281
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. There is no word for small reflections that run away from the surface of water - the golden specks Klimt painted over his faces. Gleamts is a collection full of things that don't have precise names: the feeling of becoming your mother, the calm of an old rock, the mildly damaged readiness for a new life.In four chapters, Irene Riz charts the territory between two poles: a mother dies, a granddaughter is born. Between these events, a woman moves through forests, oceans, and cities; through grief, wonder, solitude, and love. The poems are intimate and observant, rooted in the physical world - gravel underfoot, a lizard on a rock, light through branches - and open to what cannot quite be named. Forty-six poems. Four chapters. One voice. Gleamts is a poetry collection by Irene Riz. Four chapters trace the loss of a mother, the birth of a granddaughter, and the life of a woman who runs through forests, climbs rocks, talks to trees, and writes poems. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798295677281
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. There is no word for small reflections that run away from the surface of water - the golden specks Klimt painted over his faces. Gleamts is a collection full of things that don't have precise names: the feeling of becoming your mother, the calm of an old rock, the mildly damaged readiness for a new life.In four chapters, Irene Riz charts the territory between two poles: a mother dies, a granddaughter is born. Between these events, a woman moves through forests, oceans, and cities; through grief, wonder, solitude, and love. The poems are intimate and observant, rooted in the physical world - gravel underfoot, a lizard on a rock, light through branches - and open to what cannot quite be named. Forty-six poems. Four chapters. One voice. Gleamts is a poetry collection by Irene Riz. Four chapters trace the loss of a mother, the birth of a granddaughter, and the life of a woman who runs through forests, climbs rocks, talks to trees, and writes poems. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798295677281
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