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Record Nr.

UNINA9910820056103321

Autore

Rose Rachel <1970->

Titolo

Giving my body to science / / Rachel Rose

Pubbl/distr/stampa

Montreal ; ; Ithaca [N.Y.], : McGill-Queen's University Press, 2004, c1999

ISBN

1-283-53146-1

9786613843913

0-7735-8419-6

Edizione

[1st ed.]

Descrizione fisica

1 electronic text (ix, 122 p.) : digital file

Collana

The Hugh MacLennan poetry series

Disciplina

811/.54

Soggetti

Science

Human body

Canada Poetry

Lingua di pubblicazione

Inglese

Formato

Materiale a stampa

Livello bibliografico

Monografia

Nota di contenuto

Front Matter -- Contents -- Acknowledgments -- Gathering The Skagit -- The Abalone Dives -- The Mimosa Abattoir -- The Trailer -- Gathering The Skagit -- The First Schooner -- The Boatbuilder -- White Shirts -- Farm Song -- Sole Witness -- The Performance -- This is the Future -- Near Drowning -- Allegra’s Song -- Mining Camp, Alaska -- Mothers & Daughters -- Fishtown -- Forgiving The River -- Letter Home -- What We Heard About The Japanese -- What The Japanese Perhaps Heard -- Forgiving The River -- Ankle -- English Lessons For Expatriates -- Beaking The Octopus -- Haiku Of The Lost Arrow -- The Magician -- Comfort -- Of This More Is Yet To Come -- Opening The Storm Eye -- Aubade -- Larkspur -- Opening The Storm Eye -- Settlement -- Seven Minutes In April -- Fine Distinctions -- Snake’s Tongue -- This Salt -- Giving My Body To Science -- Sestina Of The Geographic Tongue -- What We Sever -- The Shared Heart -- Apprenticeship Of The Phlebotomist -- Small Justice -- Unnecessary Oxygen -- The Anatomy Of Emergency -- Postcall -- One Night In Five -- Delivery -- Giving My Body To Science -- Anastomosis -- Still Life With Clavicle

Sommario/riassunto

I bow and hand Sensei her arrows. All but one that I can't find, though I



combed the long grass with my fingers. One arrow gone. Perhaps underground you hold it in your hand against the broken dawn. You are the wandering arrow, the bow unstrung. Your sudden absence has startled the partridges from the plums. --from Haiku of the Lost Arrow