LEADER 02951oam 22004694a 450 001 9910829142703321 005 20170919053712.0 010 $a0-8229-7915-2 035 $a(CKB)2670000000560618 035 $a(EBL)4443575 035 $a(MiAaPQ)EBC4443575 035 $a(OCoLC)867739659 035 $a(MdBmJHUP)muse27286 035 $a(EXLCZ)992670000000560618 100 $a20131127e20132013 uy 0 101 0 $aeng 135 $aur|n|---||||| 181 $2rdacontent 182 $2rdamedia 183 $2rdacarrier 200 10$aNow, Now /$fJennifer Maier 210 1$aPittsburgh, Pennsylvania :$cUniversity of Pittsburgh Press,$d[2013] 210 4$dİ2013 215 $a1 online resource (76 p.) 225 1 $aPitt poetry series 300 $aDescription based upon print version of record. 311 $a0-8229-6263-2 327 $aContents; Part One ; Hangman; Big Tree; Responsible Person; Paper Roses; Love Poem; Daphne to Her Father, God of Rivers; Etymology; Daydream While Frying Bacon; Jane; Heat and Light; Part Two; New Year's Eve; Your Life in Dances; Fly; A Puzzle; The Wind Blows My Dictionary Open to "man"; Cri du Coeur; The Bridge; The Man from Eden; Annunciation with Possum and Tomatoes; Carried Away; Aubade for Dave, the Electrician; Part Three ; Homeland Security; Saudade; Last Word; Sharing a Bath; Hoop Skirts Recalled; Rummage Sale; Haute Couture; Wishbone; A True Story; A Little Dream of You 327 $aAcknowledgments 330 $aIn Now, Now, Jennifer Maier's second poetry collection, time is of the essence. Moving with quantum ease through the porous membranes of the past, present, and future, the speaker wonders: What is each moment but the swirling confluence (or shy first meeting) of past and future--of what happened, and what-has-not-yet-happened but will? Such phenomenological questions are sparked by ordinary events: a friend's passion for jigsaw puzzles; an imagined conversation with a neighbor's dog; a meditation on the uses of modern poetry. Here, in language at once elegant and agile, intimate and universal, the author probes beneath the surface of happenstance, moving with depth, humor, and compassion into the heart of our shared predicament: that of loving what we cannot keep. But if time in these poems is relative, it bends toward grace--even, as the title suggests, towards consolation. Taken together, the poems invite us to raise a glass to the way we're each "held light and golden in Time's mouth," and to savor something of the eternal--distilled, sparkling, already lost--inside every now. 410 0$aPitt poetry series. 606 $aAmerican poetry$y21st century 608 $aElectronic books. 615 0$aAmerican poetry 676 $a811 700 $aMaier$b Jennifer$f1961-$01675665 801 0$bMdBmJHUP 801 1$bMdBmJHUP 906 $aBOOK 912 $a9910829142703321 996 $aNow, Now$94041332 997 $aUNINA