The book of hours / Marianne Boruch.

Format:

Book

Author/Creator:

Boruch, Marianne, 1950-

Language:

English

Subjects (All):

American poetry--21st century.

American poetry.

Boruch, Marianne, 1950---Poetry.

Boruch, Marianne.

Physical Description:

1 online resource (102 p.)

Place of Publication:

Port Townsend, Wash. : Copper Canyon Press, c2011.

Language Note:

English

Summary:

Marianne Boruch's patience ?allows her to see what is there with a jeweler's sense of facet and flaw" (Poetry magazine).

Contents:

Note to the Reader; Contents; One may read it walking: lauds and matins; 1; I thought the tree; I don't like this coolness, she said; Three kinds of sudden equal three; At the laundromat, his close-cropped hair; To live in the bird guide, the yellowthroat's; The poem puts on its hair shirt, four lines; I lost my pen, I lost my keys; My mother's body to wires, to tubes; 2; Stopped behind a school bus, I saw; I don't know, he said, I guess it's; The usual tacky mosaics one finds; I'll give you a body that won't die; He was touched or he touched or; To make a life inside, you

She stood there unquiet: a roadOn rain-washed paper dried, ink; 3; It includes the butterfly and the rat, the shit; Some dreamily smoke cigarettes, some track; You've been walking; I am so pissed, said god, maybe; In a town I didn't know, yes, I'll wait; Not gracious but hair the wren; In the hospital parking lot; So big deal, so you find it sort of; 4; My heart, its breathing hole; A storm darkens the room, rain; I do the cat thing, really the dog thing; On days god had nothing to say; Wish and ache, emphatic; The mosquito brings you blood, it; Leaf multiplies to tree to make

Some world. No start to it but5; I woke in rain to old war footage; Worry, not to worry, comes; The suffering of the masters, Chekhov wrote; One gets tired, middle of the day; Let's review the fog suit; Memory must be viral; I've had it with poems, he said; Those visits home, the way the young; 6; Past sixty and pounds over, she; Note the sky, the voice said. Some say; They collect skulls and go by boat; Honest-to-god color, god said, for artists; In the crosshairs of mystery, they; The computer screen, day or night; There once was a shoe and a coat; Like the silkworm. Is it; 7

It isn't that serious before dawn, treesYou say you turn off the jet; Life Studies II: this pencil, this paper; They've made the old fishery; Birdsong, face it, some male machine; All this water, what to do with it; Those from the garden, orphaned back; The screech owl's little horse; 8; Nothing doing, none of it painted, she said; The loon with two chicks; Heads-up! the voice double-whammied him; When's a fork a spoon; So they do, they dive in; Is this a mantra? mantra of; The lake, clouds patch it dark; A shadow. And the bird feigns a broken wing; About the Author; Acknowledgments

Notes:

Description based upon print version of record.

ISBN:

1-61932-048-7

OCLC:

818859364