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Poetry Comes Up Where It Can

Poetry Comes Up Where It Can
By Brian Swann

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  • Amazon Sales Rank: #1254237 in Books
  • Published on: 2000-02-24
  • Original language: English
  • Binding: Paperback
  • 168 pages

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Reflects the common them of struggling with issues of nature5
Drawn from the pages of The Amicus Journal (a quarterly publication of the Natural Resources Defense Council), the poets and poetry selected by Brian Swan for Poetry Comes Up Where It Can reflect the common them of struggling with issues of nature and the environment during the final decade of the millennium. Windfall: Eating an apple, I think of Emerson/in another railroad berth/traveling to another Chautauqua. This time,//maybe it's summer, he's passing/apple orchards in Ohio where/he half dreams a bumblebee//sipping nectar--in it belly, a mite/glows with mite joy. In the mite's belly,/other living things the size of atoms//climb mountains...but he's tired/of revelation. It's certain the cosmos/is an orchard, or tree, or single bee//bearing the whole apple future, & Boston,/from one field to another,/& bearing him. He'll lecture this audience//to find & live the secret of any windfall,/to try, for god's sake, to love//that which is obvious, & themselves.

An impressive compendium of nature/environmental poetry.5
Drawn from the pages of The Amicus Journal (a quarterly publication of the Natural Resources Defense Council), the poets and poetry selected by Brian Swan for Poetry Comes Up Where It Can reflect the common them of struggling with issues of nature and the environment during the final decade of the millennium. Windfall: Eating an apple, I think of Emerson/in another railroad berth/traveling to another Chautauqua. This time,//maybe it's summer, he's passing/apple orchards in Ohio where/he half dreams a bumblebee//sipping nectar--in it belly, a mite/glows with mite joy. In the mite's belly,/other living things the size of atoms//climb mountains...but he's tired/of revelation. It's certain the cosmos/is an orchard, or tree, or single bee//bearing the whole apple future, & Boston,/from one field to another,/& bearing him. He'll lecture this audience//to find & live the secret of any windfall,/to try, for god's sake, to love//that which is obvious, & themselves.