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Häftad, Engelska, 1980
313 kr
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Richard Hugo has selected William Virgil Davis's One Way to Reconstruct the Scene as the 1979 winner of the Yale Series of Younger Poets competition. In his foreword to the volume Hugo says: "William Virgil Davis is a poet who, when he writes, contends with a loving self who wants to render the world as found. His battle is the classic one, the memory versus the imagination. . . . 'Memory is the first property of loss,' Davis tells us, and that may be true. At least it is worth considering. Certainly a scene, no matter how initially unattractive, reconstructed lovingly in active language posing as passive recall is a true property of gain. Davis believes in and works to create a world we can humanely attend the second time around, and his poems often provide that second chance."
Häftad, Engelska, 2000
212 kr
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Häftad, Engelska, 2014
235 kr
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E-bok
Engelska, 2015246 kr
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William Virgil Davis is a widely published, award-winning poet. Among his many honors, fellowships, and awards are the Yale Series of Younger Poets Prize, the New Criterion Poetry Prize, and the Helen C. Smith Memorial Award for Poetry. His poems regularly appear in leading journals, both in this country and abroad. His Dismantlements of Silence: Poems Selected and New brings together a generous selection of Davis’s poetry to date. It includes samples of his early uncollected work, poems from his previously published books, and selections from his most recently published work. Driving Alone in Winter Driving alone in winter through acres of land deserted by everything save the snow trapped in the ruts of the road, the moon broken by the bare trees, I remember the days when my brothers and I would fall asleep in the backseat on the way home. Tonight, coming home, I remember the faint light on the dashboard holding my father’s face, my mother’s soft voice, my brothers asleep, the moon running among the trees beside the car.