Reunion by Fleda BrownReunion by Fleda Brown

Reunion

byFleda Brown

Paperback | January 10, 2007

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The poems in "Reunion" insistently turn back toward sources: toward home and the idea of home, toward the body, and toward objects that return us to ourselves. They always surprise, moving from quantum mechanics, wildflowers, and a Bobcat driver to a woman killed by a flying deer, magma becoming rock, and an invasion of flying ants. Fleda Brown deftly unites daily frustrations and suffering with profound psychological, physical, and cosmic questions.
  Fleda Brown is Poet Laureate of Delaware, professor of English at the University of Delaware, and author of Breathing In, Breathing Out, winner of the Philip Levine Prize, and The Women Who Loved Elvis All Their Lives. Her poetry has been published in journals including Poetry, Kenyon Review, American Poetry Review, and Georgia Revie...
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Title:ReunionFormat:PaperbackDimensions:72 pages, 9 × 6 × 0.3 inPublished:January 10, 2007Publisher:University Of Wisconsin PressLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0299221849

ISBN - 13:9780299221843

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  “Herons are bigger than egrets, though they have the same long legs. My father said one with an eight-foot wingspan flew over his boat. I would like to be shadowed by something that big. It would seem   like poetry, just out of reach, moving and making a bare flush of wings, and I would think of it long after, the way it was heading away from me. My longing would not be satisfied even if I could   grab its scrawny legs in my hand, even if it nuzzled up to me.” —excerpt from No Heron   © The Board of Regents of the University of Wisconsin System. All rights reserved.

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"The neighborly language of local exchange and local enchantment, slipknot and memory, cell-stream and the surgeon's knife, runs like springwater through the poems of Fleda Brown. So perfectly tempered are the apprehensions of metaphor, so cunning are the felicities of form--rhyming as natural as human breath!--we're tempted to think it's not art at all. Except for the radiance, which only art, and a generous mind, can make."--Linda Gregerson