When our fathers return to us as birds : poems / Peter Markus.

Format:

Book

Author/Creator:

Markus, Peter, 1966- author.

Series:

Made in Michigan Writers Series

Language:

English

Subjects (All):

American poetry--21st century.

American poetry.

Physical Description:

1 online resource (116 pages)

Edition:

First edition.

Place of Publication:

Detroit, Michigan : Wayne State University Press, [2021]

Summary:

A luminous and heartfelt collection of mourning poetry.

Contents:

Machine generated contents note: What My Father Did Not Have to Say

Look at Those Birds

The Name of the Father, the Name of the Fish

Practice

House With No Light Left On Inside It

Everything Where I Have Left It

I Take a Walk With the Gods

Brothers and Fathers and Sons

Who Walks in the Rain Walks On water

The Dark Above the River is Light

South of White Rock, Lake Huron, July 1979

There is Singing

Last Song

What the Birds Keep Trying to Tell Him

More Birds Than I Know What to Do With

I Did What I Could to Keep This

The Old Neighborhood

Because I Could Not Sing

The Song and the river

My Father's Only Son

On the Island in Search of My father

I Did Not Hear the Loons Until Later

A Portrait of My Father At the End as Sisyphus

Where There is a River There is a Light

April 6

On Turning Fifty-Two

No words

Too Many Days, or Where the River Turns to Lake

When It is Dark Enough to See

Still Life in Winter with River Ice and Sky

Skin of River and Bone

Walking Out Alone onto the February River

We Did Not Know the Difference

I Am Tempted to Say I Know Nothing

Winter birds

We Just Wanted to Get Him Home

The Bird Inside My Fathers chest

What I Know is Not My Father

Carrying the Fish

What Was Never his to Begin With

When No One Was Looking I looked

Man on Boat

What in the Night the Moon makes

When the Light is Still Present but Fading

Maybe Next Time

The Sentence I Am Trying Not to Write

Slow Dance With My Father With No music

Still Life with Goose in Mid-Flight

On My Morning Walk I Question What I See

Fishing in the Rain with My Father

Under the Hood of My Father's '89 Lincoln Town Car

On What Would Have Been My Fathers Eighty-Seventh Birthday

In the Twilight the Something That is Always there

Where I'm From

This Water, This Rock and Dirt, This river

On My Daughter's Twenty-Third Birthday

What is Always There Even When It isn't

Where What Was Still Alive Was Singing

We Looked for the Birds to Tell Us

When the Loons Return to the River

Bullhead

Almost Human

Sheepshead

What a Fish is Not Supposed to See

In a Poem He Might Praise the birds

What I Still Feel Inside, or Some Other Darkness

bones

When Our Fathers Return to Us as Birds

Not Able to say It

There is Always Some Other Way to Say It

The Swans Revisited

The Moth

For My mother

What Did I Know about Work

Work Song

Whatever It Was It Was an Honor, Call It a Privilege

What We Cant Get rid Of

Guilty

In Greek the Word for Forgiveness

Only the River Between Us

We Fish

Fear and Death Which is Different Than Fear of Death

I Am Afraid I Am Going to forget

On the Other Side of the River

So Much of What We No Longer Want

Dead Mans Point

On the River With Time Being What it Is

Deadwood

Wood, Wings, bones

Tell That to Our Fathers, or On the Eve of My Fifty-Third Birthday, Pointe Mouillee, 2019

Briefly It Might Have Even flown.

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OCLC:

1266908530