An Almost Pure Empty Walking by Tryfon TolidesAn Almost Pure Empty Walking by Tryfon Tolides

An Almost Pure Empty Walking

byTryfon Tolides

Paperback | June 27, 2006

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In his debut collection, chosen by Mary Karr as a winner of the 2005 National Poetry Series, Tryfon Tolides weaves together poems that speak of desire, loss, and small joys. Tolides was born in a tiny village in Greece and his work is rooted in the mountains and wind and the deep interior of that place; his poems express a longing and a searching for peace, for home, for beauty, for escape. These poems constitute a lament, whether they concern themselves with the difficulties of assimilation or the question of whether it is possible for people to live with one another in a spirit of true understanding. They prove that the physical and the metaphysical can share residence, can even be one and the same.
Tryfon Tolides was born in Korifi, Greece, and moved to America at the age of six. He has a B.A. in creative writing from the University of Maine at Farmington and received an M.F.A. in creative writing from Syracuse University.
Title:An Almost Pure Empty WalkingFormat:PaperbackDimensions:80 pages, 8.93 × 5.95 × 0.27 inPublished:June 27, 2006Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0143037099

ISBN - 13:9780143037095


Table of Contents

An Almost Pure Empty WalkingImmigrant
Almond Tree
The First Thing: Ousia
All Summer
The Mouse and the Human
Where you will end up
Something inside myself keeps me
Calm Spring Day
In New York City
From Mount Athos
The Package Store
Praying or Love Poem
I Have Two White Stones
The Third One
Bone Marrow Biopsy
A Doctor's Analogy
The Tree
I tell her what I know
Returning from Greece
The Man with the Flying Car
Not for a Reason
No Matter What
Love Note
A Perfect Day
Magic Voice
More Sense
The Little Box as Less Than Absolute
Enduring Freedom
By the Pier
Early April Evening
We have become one another's torturers
Based on Previous Encounters
Meditation in Spring
Aborted Instructions
Advice for Poems
There is a window in Maine,
Is Emily Dickinson Right About Distance?
A Non-Argument
The Presence of God
Corners of Windows
Hunger Strike
When it feels to me
Home from School
Questions for My Dead Aunt in the Village
I Could Make a List of Things Which Persist
My Mother's Room
A Patch of Chicory
I Will Sweep