But Not Yet
What is the emotional distance between what we treasure and what we discard? When we lose things, is it the thing lost we mourn, or is it loss itself? Ralph Burns sinuous and inventive poems ask these questions and answer them with a hardened wisdom and humor difficult to find in American poetry today. He writes as though he and the reader have known each other for a long time, so that all kinds of courtly explanation may be dispensed with. The book is a pure refreshment.
About the Author
"Such earthly gifts touch this book—the poet Virgil, turtles and snakes, speeding tickets for outrunning funerals, cypress trees, visits to hell with a 'father in his Hawaiian shirt.' So Ralph Burns meditates and dreams and works through pleasure and grief right now and past snow globes and marriage and oilfields, childhood kitchens "lit against chaos," the "square root" of the aged who gather in a nursing home to watch Wheel of Fortune. But the fortune is ours, these poems which never presume or falsify, this book we open to find those like us who "crawled/ over stars and water in search of heaven/, a safety pin, a riser, a river, a wave.""—Marianne Boruch
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