A01=Cathryn Hankla
Author_Cathryn Hankla
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- ISBN 9780807129487
- Weight: 100g
- Dimensions: 142 x 227mm
- Publication Date: 07 Jan 2004
- Publisher: Louisiana State University Press
- Publication City/Country: US
- Product Form: Paperback
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In this powerful poetic sequence wrought of deft tercets, Cathryn Hankla navigates the slippery, ever-changing territory between art and life. The death of the poet's father by car accident is the focal event for the collection, and all the poems reflect the collision of the physical and transcendent. Whether describing the abandoned nest of a Carolina wren or the excavation of the Kennewick Man, Hankla sounds a muted grief in these lines. But with wit, channeled through language and rhythm, the poet keeps traveling forward: by car and by camel, from San Francisco to Spain, with many stops between. As she takes us with her, finally off the map into regions of the interior, we discover what is at once weighty and wondrous, like ghostly snapshots left behind in a camera: ""Everything and everyone who have carried / Us to this place.""
Only Thyme: ""I pull you out by the roots, fierce love, But you still smell of thyme and lemon. What were you thinking, to die
Instead of wintering, after so many seasons Of spring shoots and new greening? Surely your gnarled, woody fibers
Are more alive than they look. Yet after patient weeks of rain, nothing Grows except the cutting I potted,
A woolly patch dwarfed by purple basil. Making space for new plants, I pull up Withered stems, baring your roots, and The scent runs through me, like music Pouring through a sieve Of consciousness, leaving only this."" Only Thyme published in Last Exposures: A Sequence of Poems by Cathryn Hankla. Copyright 2004 by Cathryn Hankla. All rights reserved.
Only Thyme: ""I pull you out by the roots, fierce love, But you still smell of thyme and lemon. What were you thinking, to die
Instead of wintering, after so many seasons Of spring shoots and new greening? Surely your gnarled, woody fibers
Are more alive than they look. Yet after patient weeks of rain, nothing Grows except the cutting I potted,
A woolly patch dwarfed by purple basil. Making space for new plants, I pull up Withered stems, baring your roots, and The scent runs through me, like music Pouring through a sieve Of consciousness, leaving only this."" Only Thyme published in Last Exposures: A Sequence of Poems by Cathryn Hankla. Copyright 2004 by Cathryn Hankla. All rights reserved.
Cathryn Hankla is the author of ten books of poetry and fiction, including the verse collections Negative History, Texas School Book Depository, and Poems for the Pardoned and the novels A Blue Moon in Poorwater and The Land Between. She lives in Roanoke, Virginia.
