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Record Nr.

UNINA9910478884803321

Autore

Nannestad Elizabeth

Titolo

Jump [[electronic resource]]

Pubbl/distr/stampa

Auckland University Press, 2013

ISBN

1-77558-099-7

Descrizione fisica

1 online resource (84 p.)

Disciplina

811.52

Soggetti

Poems

Poetry -- 20th century -- History and criticism

Poetry -- 21st century -- History and criticism

Electronic books.

Lingua di pubblicazione

Inglese

Formato

Materiale a stampa

Livello bibliografico

Monografia

Note generali

Description based upon print version of record.

Nota di contenuto

Cover; Half-title; Title Page; Table of Contents; We Who Are Still-; Family Photograph Album; My Mother's Mother, Dearly Beloved; Elegy; Stone Figure; Portrait of a Young Cynic; Portrait of a Lady; Late Evening Rain; Passion Flower; Queen of the River; Mosquito; Andean Flower; Bamboo Hotel; Horses Dancing; The Altiplano; We Watched the Moon Rise; Lovesong in Front of Mountains; Self Portrait; You Must Be Joking; What Makes the Heart Stand Still-; Moon and Water; My brother in the stars; Portrait of an Uncle in Lincolnshire; "You're Just a Dreamer"; Hanging Wave; Midnight; Black Dress

SunshineThe ring is lovely; In Delirium; The Witch Speaks Gently; Patterns on the Floor of the Pool; This small art; She-; Portrait Across a Room; Arctic Circle; Portrait of My English Grandmother; Yes, You Are Beautiful; Out in the Rain; Come Back Down; My younger brother; Red Scarf; Portrait of My Brother, Aged Twenty-Five; Charles and the Café; Mountain; Penelope; Delphi; You gave me a shoulder; René Sleeping; Here We Go Again; Sleeplessness; Portrait of a Fisherman; First Day of Summer; Jump; Copyright

Sommario/riassunto

<DIV></DIV><I>Jump</I> is the first collection from poet Elizabeth Nannestad, who has also worked as a doctor and forensic psychiatrist. These brief poems come to us in a singular voice, deceptively deft and simple. They are capable of song, wit and mystery. Elizabeth Nannestad



writes of these poems: They are all about movement around some pivot that appears for the moment to stay the same; they are made that way so that as far as poems can, they have lives of their own. They can take off now for wherever they like to go.