All We Saw
by Anne Michaels
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Pub Date 5 Oct 2017 | Archive Date 3 Oct 2017
Description
A mesmerising, luminously beautiful new poetry collection from Anne Michaels, internationally acclaimed poet and bestselling author of Fugitive Pieces
In this passionate, profound collection, Anne Michaels explores one of her essential concerns: ‘what love makes us capable of, and incapable of’. Here is the paradox at the heart of loss, the ways in which passion must accept, must insist, that ‘death ... give/not only take from us’. A sea in darkness, a woman’s hair shining in light, rain falling... how quiet must a voice be in order to be heard? In this way, desire is evoked with intensity and precision. By the end, we are left with a renewed awareness of the mystery at the core of existence; we enter a space that is ‘not inside, not outside: / dusk’s doorway,’ where love remains alive.
Available Editions
EDITION | Hardcover |
ISBN | 9781408880890 |
PRICE | £16.99 (GBP) |
Featured Reviews
Fugitive Pieces is one of my favourite books, lyrical and moving it has such a poetic style that after reading it for the first time I immediately went and read the poetry collections; The Weight of Oranges and Miner's Pond. In this, her latest collection it is clear that Michaels has lost none of the poetic power that moved me all those years ago. This work is freighted with the effects of grief and love on a person. Most interestingly for me is the constant sense of movement in the work between the states. We see the chasms between emotional states. We see what happens when all the emotions pile up at once and we buckle under the weight. Everything in the poems is in flux, time, memory, feelings - and the words ride this movement with such raw grace and beauty I found myself in tears.