Fawn Bones by Richard SommerFawn Bones by Richard Sommer

Fawn Bones

byRichard Sommer

Paperback | August 1, 1986

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For Richard Sommer the business of a poem is not to persuade to the truth of an idea or to generalize on experience, but to play with the facts of experience and to play one idea against another. An evocative collection, these are poems that offer, in a variety of emotional ranges, a deep sense of the connections between inter human experience, artistic expression, and the natural world. Sommer serves as a volunteer game warden in the Eastern Townships of Quebec during poaching season, a dangerous, but for him, necessary, undertaking. Fawn Bones is, in part, the result of a poet standing between nature and lawlessness.
Richard Sommer taught myth and poetry at Montreal’s Concordia University for many years. He has long been a volunteer game warden, and led a citizens’ environmental group in the battle to save the Eastern Townships’ Pinnacle Mountain from developers. He lives in the Townships with his wife of twenty-five years, dance improvisationalist...
Title:Fawn BonesFormat:PaperbackDimensions:74 pages, 8.63 × 5.9 × 0.26 inPublished:August 1, 1986Publisher:Signature EditionsLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0921833008

ISBN - 13:9780921833000

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Editorial Reviews

"Sommer’s poems often yoke disparate ideas together in ways that are subtle and elusive. He is most effective when firmly rooted in flesh and blood. In one poem he suggests commemorating the highway deaths of animals by putting up little cardboard signs stating "ANIMAL DEATH HERE," until the highways are littered with them. In another poem the speaker and a woman examine their bodies and converse intimately, not sexually; an epiphany links flesh to earth in a fashion reminiscent of the Metaphysical poets: "I have smelled your skin in the sun itself/striking earth and entering. Our conversation/ended itself this way, in natural grace and deep sensing./And, of course, never ends.""Canadian Literature