New poetry by one of America's most acclaimed and respected poets. The poems of If I Were Writing This, Robert Creeley's first major collection since the highly praised Life & Death (1998), have an "aching sweetness" that speak to the preciousness of life as the poet both faces his own mortality and simultaneously looks on a world suddenly more precarious and fragile. In these poems there is longing, a twinge of regret sometimes, a bit of nostalgia, the sadness of passing time, but finally no regrets and no self-pity, ...
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New poetry by one of America's most acclaimed and respected poets. The poems of If I Were Writing This, Robert Creeley's first major collection since the highly praised Life & Death (1998), have an "aching sweetness" that speak to the preciousness of life as the poet both faces his own mortality and simultaneously looks on a world suddenly more precarious and fragile. In these poems there is longing, a twinge of regret sometimes, a bit of nostalgia, the sadness of passing time, but finally no regrets and no self-pity, just an understanding that this is what it is to be human, an acknowledgment that life is uncertain but also bracing and positive. Creeley himself comments: "Given the bleak vulnerability of the world and of our own country's dogmatic commitment to violence, what can either poet or poetry do? For one thing, insist on feelinginsist on witnessinsist on being here, in this 'phenomenal world, ' as Lawrence called it, 'which is raging and yet apart.' Age brings experience, not wisdom; age makes time actualeach day anotheruntil there is no more. These poems have been my company, my solace, my feelings, my heart. When they cannot speak, it will all be silence."
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NF in NF jacket. Small Octavo. Red cloth covered boards and spine with shiny gilt lettering on the spine. Book has a very faint bumping at the head and tail of the spine. Tan endpapers. Binding is straight and tight. Pages are all clean, white, and crisp. 103 pages. Dust Jacket-has a nearly unnoticable trace of rubbing at the head of the spine-dust jacket is otherwise clean, bright, and sharp. Creeley, most frequently associated with the Black Mountain poets, won a Robert Frost Medal in 1987.
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New York. 2003. New Directions. 1st American Edition. Very Good in Dustjacket. 0811215563. 103 pages. hardcover. Jacket photograph by Denny Moers, 'Directing Passage' (1996, Yugoslavia). Jacket design by Erik Rieselbach. keywords: Poetry Literature America. FROM THE PUBLISHER-The poems of If I Were Writing This, Robert Creeley's first major collection since the highly praised Life & Death (1998), have an ‘aching sweetness' that speak to the preciousness of life as the poet both faces his own mortality and simultaneously looks on a world suddenly more precarious and fragile. In these poems there is longing, a twinge of regret sometimes, a bit of nostalgia, the sadness of passing time, but finally no regrets and no self-pity, just an understanding that this is what it is to be human, an acknowledgment that life is uncertain but also bracing and positive. Creeley himself comments: ‘Given the bleak vulnerability of the world and of our own country's dogmatic commitment to violence, what can either poet or poetry do? For one thing, insist on feeling-insist on witness-insist on being here, in this 'phenomenal world, ' as Lawrence called it, 'which is raging and yet apart. ' Age brings experience, not wisdom; age makes time actual-each day another-until there is no more. These poems have been my company, my solace, my feelings, my heart. When they cannot speak, it will all be silence. ' inventory #40632.
