Against Sunset (Poems)
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Product Details
Author:
Stanley Plumly
Format:
Hardcover
Pages:
112
Publisher:
W. W. Norton & Company (November 8, 2016)
Language:
English
Audience:
General/trade
ISBN-13:
9780393253948
ISBN-10:
0393253945
Weight:
8.96oz
Dimensions:
5.8" x 8.6" x 0.7"
Case Pack:
36
File:
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$25.95
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P-WWN
Discount Code:
B
Country of Origin:
United States
Pub Discount:
65
Imprint:
W. W. Norton & Company
Overview
Whether addressing the deaths of friends and other poets or celebrating the closing of the day and the autumn of the seasons, Against Sunset reveals Stanley Plumly at his most personal and intimate. As much an homage to the rich tradition of the Romantics as it is a meditation on memory itself, these poems live at the edges of disappearances.
From “Against Sunset”
The horizon, halfway disappeared between above and below—
night falls too or does it also rise out of the death-glitter of water?
And if night is the long straight path of the full moon pouring down
on the face of the deep, what makes us wish we could walk there,
like a flat skipped stone?
