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SKY BRIGHT PSALMS IBD

CATHEXIS NORTHWEST PRESS
02 / 2021
9781952869266
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Poetry Collection by Temple Cone: Temple Cone is Professor of English at the United States Naval Academy and the former Poet Laureate for the City of Annapolis. He is the author of four books of poetry: Guzzle, That Singing, The Broken Meadow, which received the 2010 Old Seventy Creek Poetry Press Series Prize, and No Loneliness, which received the 2009 FutureCycle Press Poetry Book Prize. He has also published seven poetry chapbooks, as well as critical reference works on Cormac McCarthy, Walt Whitman, and 20th-Century American Poetry. He holds a Ph.D. in Literature from the University of Wisconsin, an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from the University of Virginia, an M.A. in Creative Writing from Hollins University, and a B.A. in Philosophy from Washington and Lee University. He lives in Maryland with his family.The poems of Temple Cone are firmly rooted in the ancient dictum of Heraclitus: the way up and the way down are one.áHere are poems that demonstrate, again and again, that the only way to reach the other world, the world of visions and ecstasies, is to go further into the brilliant muck and mire of this one.áHere are poems âÇÖwith a sacred hunger to scorch / acres of gold into brass burn / just for the savage wonder of it.âÇÖáHere, in convincing lines, is a psalm.Joseph Fasanoauthor of The Dark Heart of Every Wild ThingWith an assured and nimble grip on language, Temple ConeâÇÖs luminous Sky Bright Psalms is by turns tender and tough, humorous and grave, spiritual and earthy. It takes us from ancient Greece in 'Burning Sappho' to the dialect of rural America in 'Covenant,' from 'This tenth Muse, / whose limbs loosened / at a touch' to 'like grit under sharecroppersâÇÖ nails, / even them rickety deer, do so need song.' In 'Pomegranate,' Cone observes how the fruitâÇÖs seeds 'offer a teardropâÇÖs worth / of sweetness' and follows with 'You have to peel away / a bit of flesh.' We sense the depth of felt life when in 'Paradiso' we come to 'But now, look how the butcher weeps / after calling the lamb to him, / after slitting its throat.' We smile when Cone writes of lovers in 'Orchard': 'so when he slipped her the tongue / she slipped him the grammar.' After reading these poems one feels that, like Sappho, Temple Cone has âÇÖplucked [our] hearts / easily as lyre strings.'V. P. Logginsauthor of The Green Cupááá

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