God On His Haunches by Diane L. TuckerGod On His Haunches by Diane L. Tucker

God On His Haunches

byDiane L. Tucker

Paperback | January 1, 1996

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Diane Tucker writes from experience and "the sustaining power of memory" in this first collection of poems. She writes of falling in love with the wrong person: "For you I ride without a seat belt, willing to be thrown clear at first impact"; her daughter at four months, whose fingertips "are globes of amber salmon roe/ cool smooth/ and salty"; and growing up as an adopted child: "mystery breathes on my bare shoulders/ whispers between my spread-eagled arms:/ you could be anyone in the whole wide world."

Tucker treats her subjects with respect, compassion and a subtle playfulness. Her love of language, humour and poetic consciousness transforms images from everyday life into lyrical, intimate and original works of art, offering the reader fresh insights - with just a touch of magic.
Diane L. Tucker writes fiction and poetry. Her poems have been published in numerous Canadian and international publications. Her first book of poetry, God on His Haunches (Nightwood Editions, 1996), was a finalist for the Gerald Lampert Memorial Award. She has a BFA in Creative Writing from the University of British Columbia. Tucker l...
Title:God On His HaunchesFormat:PaperbackDimensions:56 pages, 9 × 6 × 0.24 inPublished:January 1, 1996Publisher:Nightwood EditionsLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0889711631

ISBN - 13:9780889711631

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God on his haunchessuch an appalling pictureGod on his hauncheslike a bird watcher, waitingfor what he knows must happenbut will for the world neither impede nor hurry onwaiting for the crunch of the beak through the eggwaiting for the infusion of blue through the budGod the time-lapse photographersuch a terrifying picturethat the Timeless One should savour timeshould know the necessity of every secondshould want to plunge meinto the deeps of every momentdrown me in the glory of that which has been maderaise me, sodden, into uncreated lightgleaming in the sun like a dolphin's backa barbed baptism, the eternal endreached only through fiery lungfuls of timeevery second clotting the nostrilseach moment a coal ablaze in the throatFor a Woman of NoteI have written before of this golden ghostthis bare-necked enchantressof two worlds she wasnow giving all to song and wineto the sour haze of hashishto flyingthrough the mist of moving silenceoutside her windownow infant alonein her girl's roomon the floorsipping teanear the journal of small poetryand the oboeon its thin, bent standis she still alonein one roomlips presseddragging a brush through her broomstraw hairin white immobile silence?

Table of Contents

for my biological father
again it is the time
The Community Relations of a Certain Ms. Nevin
Old Soul
your cool car
Will I wait?
a supine mountain
the neighbourhood watches
Then you said "Please don't break my heart."
Little Mags
For a Woman of Note
if the waves washed you up pregnant cat
stretch marks
Beth's Dream
kathy dreams
Beth, four months
Poems About You
Summer Evening
Kathleen Denise
Kissing Van Gogh
theatre under the stars
dance of falling down
falling in love with a fat man
in the garden butterflies
Louise, lost to Alzleimer's
Julia, your shirt
Praise Song
God's hair
In Jerusalem God is a Chinese Waiter
Late Supper
God on his haunches