Dark Energy: Poems by Robert MorganDark Energy: Poems by Robert Morgan

Dark Energy: Poems

byRobert Morgan

Paperback | May 26, 2015

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A new collection from the awardwinning poet and author of the bestselling novel Gap Creek

In the words of Poetry magazine, Robert Morgan’s poems “shine with beauty that transcends locale.” The work in his newest collection, rooted in his native Blue Ridge Mountains, explores the mysteries and tensions of family and childhood, the splendors and hidden dramas of the natural world, and the agriculture that supports all culture. Morgan’s voice is vigorous and exact, opening doors for the reader, finding unexpected images and connections. The poems reach beyond surfaces, to the strange forces inside atoms, our genes, our heritage, and outward to the farthest movements of galaxies, the dark energy we cannot explain but recognize in our bones and blood, in our deepest memories and imagination.
ROBERT MORGAN’s books include Boone, a biography of Daniel Boone, Gap Creek (an Oprah Book Club pick), and the poetry collection Terroir. The recipient of an Academy Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, he lives in Ithaca, New York.
Title:Dark Energy: PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:96 pages, 8.43 × 5.48 × 0.28 inPublished:May 26, 2015Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:014312806X

ISBN - 13:9780143128069

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• CONTENTS• ACKNOWLEDGMENTSONEBig TalkWhen mountains boomed and boomed againreturning echoes all alongthe chain, the Indians said the peakswere talking to each other inthe idiom that mountains useacross the mighty distances,with giant syllables and rests.White hunters feared it might be gunsor even cannon natives hadsomehow acquired to warn them fromthe better hunting grounds and streams,the blasts as loud as thunder onthe clearest days and coldest nights.Geologists would later holdthe groans and barks inside the ridgewere shelves of massive, restless rockthat slipped or dropped far down withinthe mountain’s guts, a fracture ora crashing at some fault as partof the tectonic conversationamong the continents as oldas planet earth or starry birth,the gossip of creation’s work.Big Bone LickAt Big Bone Lick the first explorersfound skeletons of elephants they said,found ribs of woolly mammoths,tusks of mastodons and ribs of slothsthat lurched across Kentucky oncenear twenty feet from snout to tail.They dug out teeth the size of bricksand skulls of giant bison, beavers.In salty mud licked bare by elkand deer and buffalo and bearsfor ten millennia, the bonesseemed wreckage from a mighty dream,a graveyard from a golden age,or killing ground of titans. Herethey saw the ruins of a worldsurvived by its diminutives,where Eden once gave way and shrankto just a regular promised landto fit our deadly, human scale.JaguarWhere Lawson, Bartram, others wrotethey saw a “tiger” in the hillsand woods of Carolina Iassumed they meant a panther ora bobcat, never guessed there were