Ergebnis für "The Harvester" in Lyrik

This poetry is all about love, music, journeys, stories, and documentaries. It even contains some translations from Swedish originals, which probably have never been translated before. There are some biographical ingredients as well, mainly about composers and a lot of philosophy, but love is the main theme throughout.

It is said that imitation is the greatest form of flattery. If that is true, then Harvest Leaves and Roses will emerge as a riveting salute to T.S. Eliot and Walt Whitman. With neither pretense nor ornamentation, Peavy continues the project of Eliot in freeing poetry from its straitjacket of sentimentality and rhyme while accentuating Whitman's sensuality. Yet, this volume is not just about imitation. It digs deep into the zeitgeist of the 20th century and exposes it for what it is with fresh insight and the skill of a linguistic surgeon.

Her great-great-grandma came to California in a covered wagon more than a hundred years ago, and her family has farmed in the Sacramento Valley ever since, but a life of farming was the last thing she wanted...until the day fate brings her back to the farm.

I wrote these poems during the five-day cycle of the "harvest moon," September 2016. I walked out into my front yard during its waxing phase, as I often do to view the full moon, which always comes up on that side of my house, because I find it so invigoratingly beautiful. It was such a clear night, the moon so big and bright, that it just kind of hijacked my head, which it held captive for the duration. I wrote this series of poems day by day, long, languorous, loopy poems, as you will see when you get to them, like nothing I've ever written before.

The poems of this book were written at very various times, one (“Wind over the Sea”) I believe even as early as 1910, but the order in which they are here given is not chronological beyond the fact that the third part contains only poems written after the outbreak of the war. Of these some were written in England (at Oxford in particular), some in Wales, and very many during a year in France from November 1915 to December 1916, which was broken by one leave in the middle of May.