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will love Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. This is a pretty average poetry collection. The majority of the poems are rather run-of-the mill, with a few stand-outs: the title poem, "Special Orders," "Cold Calls," and "After a Long Insomniac Night" come to mind. Overall nothing to get too excited about, and I wouldn't seek out another collection by Hirsch. Three stars. ( )I'm more than halfway to the grave but I'm not half the man I wanted to become. Longing for those who went before. Swimming away. no reviews | add a review
Amazon.com Product Description (ISBN 0307266818, Hardcover)In Special Orders, the renowned poet Edward Hirsch brings us a new series of tightly crafted poems, work that demonstrates a thrilling expansion of his tone and subject matter. It is with a mixture of grief and joy that Hirsch examines what he calls “the minor triumphs, the major failures” of his life so far, in lines that reveal a startling frankness in the man composing them, a fearlessness in confronting his own internal divisions: “I lived between my heart and my head, / like a married couple who can’t get along,” he writes in “Self-portrait.” These poems constitute a profound, sometimes painful self-examination, by the end of which the poet marvels at the sense of expectancy and transformation he feels. His fifteen-year-old son walking on Broadway is a fledgling about to sail out over the treetops; he has a new love, passionately described in “I Wish I Could Paint You”; he is ready to live, he tells us, “solitary, bittersweet, and utterly free.”More personal than any of his previous collections, Special Orders is Edward Hirsch’s most significant book to date. The highway signs pointed to our happiness; the greasy spoons and gleaming truck stops were the stations of our pilgrimage. Wasn’t that us staggering past the riverboats, eating homemade fudge at the county fair and devouring each other’s body? They come back to me now, delicious love, the times my sad heart knew a little sweetness. from “The Sweetness” (retrieved from Amazon Wed, 06 Jan 2010 11:25:27 -0500) The first test round has been closed. Visit the Open Shelves Classification group for details. |
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