The Singing: Poems
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| Rating | : | 4.42 (939 Votes) |
| Asin | : | 0374292868 |
| Format Type | : | paperback |
| Number of Pages | : | 80 Pages |
| Publish Date | : | 2015-12-05 |
| Language | : | English |
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Uneven C M Magee There are handful of very moving poems in this collection. Williams' best poems are grounded by concrete imagery, and they are engagingly anecdotal. But there are too many poems in this book that aren't tethered to earthly things at all, and it is difficult for the reader to reach them. He writes engagingly about growing old and about war. The best in the collection is called "The Hearth.". A Customer said SINGING?. I bought all of Williams' books at once and, for some reason, started with THE SINGING. The first section impressed me but then the other SINGING? I bought all of Williams' books at once and, for some reason, started with THE SINGING. The first section impressed me but then the other 3 sections went f l a t. The second section looks like a bad attempt at using the ghazal as a (new) form. After that, with the exception, maybe, of "In The Forest", f l a t. I've gone back to NEW & SELECTED and it's better. But THE SINGING is not a must-have.. sections went f l a t. The second section looks like a bad attempt at using the ghazal as a (new) form. After that, with the exception, maybe, of "In The Forest", f l a t. I've gone back to NEW & SELECTED and it's better. But THE SINGING is not a must-have.
From Publishers Weekly The author of 14 books of poetry, Pulitzer Prize-winner Williams continues in his new collection to give voice to fleeting moments of domestic rapture and despair that seem to always arrive wrapped in mortality. Typical is a poem about a brief, quotidian exchange between lovers, which for Williams turns into a moment that "could go on expanding/ like this forever/ with nothing changed"-if it weren't for death. In a poem about Rembrandt's self-portrait, the speaker articulates his growing comfort with the fact that "whatever it is beyond/ dying and fear of dying/ eludes me,/ yet no longer eludes me." The poems signal a cognizance of the obsessiveness with which they mine the personal: a poem titled "Narcissism" declares, "The word alone sizzles like boiling acid, moans like molten lead,/ but ah my dear, it leaves the lips in such a sweetly murmuring hum." They
New work from the Pulitzer-Prize winning author of RepairReality has put itself so solidly before methere's little need for mystery Except for us, for how we take the worldto us, and make it more, more than we are, more even than itself.--from "The World"In his first volume since Repair, C. He gazes at a Rembrandt self-portrait, and from it fashions a self-portrait of his own. K. He ponders an "anatomical effigy" at the Museum of Mankind, an in so doing "dissects" our common humanity. Williams treats the characteristic subjects of a poet's maturity--the loss of friends, the love of grandchildren, the receding memories of childhood, the baffling illogic of current events--with an intensity and drive that recall not only his recent work but also his early books, published forty years ago. Stoking a fire at a house in the country, he recalls a friend who was burned horribly in war, and then turns, with eloquence and authority, to contemporary life during wartime, asking "how those with power over us can effect these things, by what cynical reaso