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Scavenger Loop: Poems by David Baker
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Scavenger Loop: Poems

by David Baker

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Amazon.com Product Description (ISBN 0393246124, Hardcover)

From eco-poetics to the erotic, Scavenger Loop measures the dimensions of the pastoral and the elegy in contemporary lyric poetry.

This masterful new work by “the most moving and expansive poet to come out of the American Midwest since James Wright” (Marilyn Hacker) is a layered natural history of David Baker’s beloved Midwest, tracing the complex history of human habitation, from family and village life to the evolving nature of work and the mysterious habitats of the heart. Baker pushes to new stylistic heights here, moving between unity and disorder, working at times in sustained narratives, at other times in fragments and erasures.

“Heaven”

All afternoon the sprinkler ticks and sprays,
ticks and sprays in lazy rounds, trailing
a feather of mist. When I turn it off,
the cicadas keep up their own dry rain,
passing on high from limb to limb.
I don’t know what has shocked me more,
that you are gone, that I am still here,
that there is music after the end.

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