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Explanation of America
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Title: Explanation of America
Author: Robert Pinsky
ISBN: 0691013608
Publisher: Princeton University Press
Published: 1979
Binding: Paperback
Language: English
Number of Pages: 80
Condition Note: Clean, unmarked copy with some edge wear. Good binding. Dust jacket included if issued with one. We ship in recyclable American-made mailers. 100% money-back guarantee on all orders.
Publisher Description:
Without source or medium, daylight
Undoes the mind; the infinite, Empty actual is too bright,
Scattering to where the road
Whispers, through a mile of woods ... Later, how quiet the house is:
Dusk-like and refined,
The sweet Phoebe-note Piercing from the trees;
The calm globe of the morning,
Things to read or to write Ranged on a table; the brain
A dark, stubborn current that breathes
Blood, a deaf wadding, The hands feeding it paper
And sensations of wood or metal
On its own terms. Trying to read I persist a while, finish the recognition
By my breath of a dead giant's breath--
Stayed by the space of a rhythm, Witnessing the blue gulf of the air.
Author: Robert Pinsky
ISBN: 0691013608
Publisher: Princeton University Press
Published: 1979
Binding: Paperback
Language: English
Number of Pages: 80
Condition Note: Clean, unmarked copy with some edge wear. Good binding. Dust jacket included if issued with one. We ship in recyclable American-made mailers. 100% money-back guarantee on all orders.
Publisher Description:
From An Explanation of America:
LAIR
Without source or medium, daylight
Undoes the mind; the infinite, Empty actual is too bright,
Scattering to where the road
Whispers, through a mile of woods ... Later, how quiet the house is:
Dusk-like and refined,
The sweet Phoebe-note Piercing from the trees;
The calm globe of the morning,
Things to read or to write Ranged on a table; the brain
A dark, stubborn current that breathes
Blood, a deaf wadding, The hands feeding it paper
And sensations of wood or metal
On its own terms. Trying to read I persist a while, finish the recognition
By my breath of a dead giant's breath--
Stayed by the space of a rhythm, Witnessing the blue gulf of the air.
