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yorno's review against another edition
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
relaxing
medium-paced
4.0
oxnard_montalvo's review against another edition
I got lost in nature right alongside her. Ephemeral beauty and surprising linguistic twists and turns. She's a delight, is Mary Oliver. Just lovely and calming, though not without bite when necessary.
starry_n8ght's review against another edition
4.0
from “Rage”
“You are the dark song
of the morning;
serious and slow,
you shave, you dress,
you descend the stairs
in your public clothes
and drive away, you become
the wise and powerful one
who makes all the days
possible in the world.
But you were also the red song
in the night,
stumbling through the house
to the child’s bed,
to the damp rose of her body,
leaving your bitter taste.
And forever those nights snarl
the delicate machinery of the days.
When the child’s mother smiles
you see on her cheekbones
a truth you will never confess;
and you see how the child grows —
timidly, crouching in corners.
Sometimes in the wide night
you hear the most mournful cry,
a ravished and terrible moment.
In your dreams she’s a tree
that will never come to leaf —
in your dreams she’s a watch
you dropped on the dark stones
till no one could gather the fragments —
in your dreams you have sullied and murdered,
and dreams do not lie.”
“You are the dark song
of the morning;
serious and slow,
you shave, you dress,
you descend the stairs
in your public clothes
and drive away, you become
the wise and powerful one
who makes all the days
possible in the world.
But you were also the red song
in the night,
stumbling through the house
to the child’s bed,
to the damp rose of her body,
leaving your bitter taste.
And forever those nights snarl
the delicate machinery of the days.
When the child’s mother smiles
you see on her cheekbones
a truth you will never confess;
and you see how the child grows —
timidly, crouching in corners.
Sometimes in the wide night
you hear the most mournful cry,
a ravished and terrible moment.
In your dreams she’s a tree
that will never come to leaf —
in your dreams she’s a watch
you dropped on the dark stones
till no one could gather the fragments —
in your dreams you have sullied and murdered,
and dreams do not lie.”
alyssapusateri's review against another edition
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
5.0
Graphic: Blood, Animal death, Death, and Animal cruelty
Moderate: Sexual assault, Antisemitism, Incest, Pedophilia, Genocide, and War
Minor: Ableism and Forced institutionalization
None of the triggers are reoccuring themes, just present in a couple poems. The poem containing the SA-related triggers are in the poem "Rage". That is the only poem that directly addresses it iirc (there are 1-2 others you may be able to interpret as alluding to the topic, but i don't find those super obvious and honestly might just have been my personal interpretation, knowing her history of csa) The antisemitism & genocide triggers are for the poem Anniversary, they are displayed but not perpetuated by the author. As for animal death/cruelty, The Shark is the most graphic in that regardandotherworlds's review against another edition
4.0
4 //
Every morning
the world is created.
I have never read any type of literary work which has screamed east coast more aggressively than this collection of poetry. This was beautiful. It felt so fresh and airy and light the entire time. The use of nature to convey different emotions and stories was incredibly well done.
Thank you madame uncarley for yet again influencing me into reading an actually good book.
Every morning
the world is created.
I have never read any type of literary work which has screamed east coast more aggressively than this collection of poetry. This was beautiful. It felt so fresh and airy and light the entire time. The use of nature to convey different emotions and stories was incredibly well done.
Thank you madame uncarley for yet again influencing me into reading an actually good book.
gabriellelac's review against another edition
4.5
absolutely beautiful collection. will definitely come back to some of these poems eventually. some of my favorites:
- trilliums (oh, i wanted // to be easy / in the peopled kingdoms, / to take my place there, / but there was none // that i could find / shaped like me.)
- the river (home, i said. / in every language there is a word for it. / in the body itself, climbing / those walls of white thunder, past those green / temples, there is also / a word for it. / i said, home.)
- the journey (not gonna recopy the full thing but i love this one. felt very personal and relatable)
i think my absolute fav was knife. something about the image of the bird the knife and the wall was just very beautiful to me though i'm not entirely sure why? lol. i found myself re-reading it multiple times.
"by now / the hawk has flown five miles / at least, / dazzling whoever else has happened / to look up. / i was dazzled. but that / wasn't the knife. / it was the sheer, dense wall / of blind stone / without a pinch of hope / or a single unfulfilled desire / sponging up and reflecting, / so brilliantly, / as it has for centuries, / the sun's fire."
- trilliums (oh, i wanted // to be easy / in the peopled kingdoms, / to take my place there, / but there was none // that i could find / shaped like me.)
- the river (home, i said. / in every language there is a word for it. / in the body itself, climbing / those walls of white thunder, past those green / temples, there is also / a word for it. / i said, home.)
- the journey (not gonna recopy the full thing but i love this one. felt very personal and relatable)
i think my absolute fav was knife. something about the image of the bird the knife and the wall was just very beautiful to me though i'm not entirely sure why? lol. i found myself re-reading it multiple times.
"by now / the hawk has flown five miles / at least, / dazzling whoever else has happened / to look up. / i was dazzled. but that / wasn't the knife. / it was the sheer, dense wall / of blind stone / without a pinch of hope / or a single unfulfilled desire / sponging up and reflecting, / so brilliantly, / as it has for centuries, / the sun's fire."