Field Music
Poems
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- ¥1,700
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A collection of poetry from the 2019 winner of the National Poetry Series, selected by Rosanna Warren
In her remarkable and assured debut, Alexandria Hall explores the boundaries and limits of language, place, and the self, as well as the complicated space between safety and danger, intimacy and isolation, playfulness and seriousness, home and away. With a keen eye for the importance of place, Hall shows us daily life in rural Vermont, illuminating the beauty and difficulty inherent in the dichotomies of human language and experience.
Incisive and tender, Field Music is a thoughtful and alert collection from a major emerging voice.
This incisive and tender collection maps the terrain between beauty and difficulty:
Nature and Rural Life: Experience the sharp beauty of rural Vermont—from shit-covered fields and rash goldenrod to the complicated stillness of a lake house at night.Confessional Poetry: Unflinching poems that explore the body, the self, and the complicated space between intimacy and isolation, safety and danger.Complex Family Dynamics: A raw examination of family ties, memory, and inheritance, where a father’s presence echoes through mud pits and fishing trips.An Award-Winning Debut: The powerful debut from the 2019 winner of the prestigious National Poetry Series, selected by poet Rosanna Warren.
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Hall's striking debut, winner of the 2019 National Poetry Series, describes life in rural Vermont, full of sneaky cowbirds, diesel fumes, fecal runoff, lilacs, musty lake houses where "things don't unrot," and voices with particular twangs: "Mom says ancient/ like ank-shint" and "Dad says he can sing like a Kawasaki. He says/ he's got some good idears." Violence and danger lurk throughout, and borders are transgressed by unruly plants and people: "The morning// glories creep up the shafts of the garden/ vegetables, their seductive curls choking/ out my small plot." Between awkward sexual initiations and adult encounters, rhyme brings a sense of order: "A desire that looks good on me,/ that hugs the detailed curves of fantasy,/ instead of this mess, this heaving blur./ Could this be pleasure?" In the collection's closing poem, Hall movingly advises: "what stays are the song and the crash/ of the tractor, the trash compactor, the machines/ full of love and the fields full of breaking/ the fields where the light slips out." This atmospheric collection will transport readers to Hall's layered landscapes.
