LEADER 05386oam 2200697 450 001 996210098703316 005 20230621135358.0 010 $a1-926836-38-3 010 $a1-283-07462-1 010 $a9786613074621 010 $a1-897425-91-0 035 $a(CKB)2560000000072326 035 $a(EBL)683457 035 $a(OCoLC)702799152 035 $a(SSID)ssj0000539346 035 $a(PQKBManifestationID)12224537 035 $a(PQKBTitleCode)TC0000539346 035 $a(PQKBWorkID)10570937 035 $a(PQKB)10160591 035 $a(CEL)436538 035 $a(CaBNVSL)slc00226727 035 $a(MiAaPQ)EBC3274354 035 $a(MiAaPQ)EBC4839974 035 $a(oapen)https://directory.doabooks.org/handle/20.500.12854/54136 035 $a(VaAlCD)20.500.12592/srnr09 035 $a(EXLCZ)992560000000072326 100 $a20cr bn d20112011 u| | 101 0 $aeng 135 $aurbn#---uuu|u 181 $ctxt$2rdacontent 182 $cc$2rdamedia 183 $acr$2rdacarrier 200 10$aMusing /$fsonnets by Jonathan Locke Hart ; with an introduction by Gordon Teskey 210 $cAthabasca University Press$d2011 210 1$aEdmonton, [Alberta] :$cAU Press,$d2011. 210 4$dİ2011 215 $a1 online resource (145 pages) $cdigital file(s) 225 1 $aMingling Voices 300 $aIncludes index. 311 08$aPrint version: 9781897425909 327 $aCover; Copyright Page; Introduction; Musing; 1. The boughs lay withered beyond the brow; 2. What is not said in the garden; 3. The sparrow on the trough is world enough; 4. The garden in the ruined abbey brims; 5. Your face was the chalk in these hills; 6. The fen stretches out like prairie, the canals; 7. They married looking out to sea, the west; 8. All from the stars the shards fell, light condensed; 9. The winter of our breath was the blue; 10. So the wind was on your sleeve: you asked me; 11. Taboo in the stem of my skull, the danger 327 $a12. You sang, black Madonna, your breasts more perfect13. The cusp of the dark falls on Central Park; 14. Breath, too, can plummet, magic rougher; 15. The aspersion she cast cuts deep: the times; 16. Impostors shape fictions of marrow and soul; 17. Son, you were allergic to filberts then; 18. Daughter, you are more delicate; 19. Vexation burned when the sun beat on the waves; 20. The tongue is spare: the wind lifts on the dirt road; 21. This harvest is the sap that moves in us; 22. The dog beyond the gate barked, as if; 23. If joy could screeve from lung and marrow 327 $a24. You sculch my secret signs, as though I illude25. The scree on the beach was lost in your breath; 26. The renitency of the will opposes all; 27. The sea scrubs the rock, the clouds on the cape; 28. The turquoise water is not faked on a postcard; 29. The windows of the moon have cast; 30. They were quartering us in these streets; 31. There was a window on the stars, the cusp; 32. Keel, mast, sail in wind, sea, sky shake and bend; 33. Her pale hair stumbled in the wood, and he rode; 34. There was jazz playing in a room away; 35. The winds rise over the plain outside Paris 327 $a36. Till we fled Calais these two terrains37. Window night-frame time of the moon; 38. I have washed too many I have watched; 39. There were stones there were knives; 40. It's not custom to begin with the couplet; 41. The angles of the moon over, through those trees; 42. The absence of your breath heats my marrow; 43. The embarrassment of words abandons us; 44. The hawthorn trembles in rain and ice; 45. Just when it seems she will sing deport; 46. Through the threshold the pollen draws, the light; 47. And yet the morning light held you, the cuts 327 $a48. When I was young the world was young: you know49. It would be as the wind, but some force; 50. This night, like the vanity of death; 51. Palm trees came to France in 1864; 52. Freezing to death is not an act of love; 53. Your arms are not a trope, and hyperbole; 54. Flint, outcrop, overhang: I made my way; 55. So much depends on the glibness of words; 56. I am not certain: je ne suis pas su?r; 57. When Venus moved her headquarters, she sighed; 58. The closer to the ground, the more fictional; 59. Silent devotion at first light, wind; 60. Those catacombs, stacked with skulls and bones 327 $a61. The way trains move, poetry moves 330 $aMusing is a book of sonnets. Working within the framework of a classic poetic form, Jonathan Locke Hart embarks on an extended meditation on our rootedness in landscape and in the past. As sonnets, the poems are a mixture of tradition and innovation. Throughout, Hart deftly interweaves European culture with North American settings and experience. The collection opens with a foreword by noted literary scholar Gordon Teskey, who reflects on the themes that have marked the evolution of Hart's poetry. Of Musing, Teskey writes: ""These deeply thoughtful poems bring layered historical consciousness 410 0$aMingling voices. 606 $aSonnets 615 0$aSonnets. 676 $a861.7 700 $aHart$b Jonathan Locke$f1956-$0899056 702 $aTeskey$b Gordon 801 0$bMiAaPQ 801 1$bMiAaPQ 801 2$bMiAaPQ 801 2$bUkMaJRU 906 $aBOOK 912 $a996210098703316 996 $aMusing$92055955 997 $aUNISA