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Ocean Vuong

Time Is a Mother

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The highly anticipated collection of poems from the award-winning writer Ocean Vuong
How else do we return to ourselves but to fold
The page so it points to the good part
In this deeply intimate second poetry collection, Ocean Vuong searches for life among the aftershocks of his mother’s death, embodying the paradox of sitting within grief while being determined to survive beyond it. Shifting through memory, and in concert with the themes of his novel On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Vuong contends with personal loss, the meaning of family, and the cost of being the product of an American war in America. At once vivid, brave, and propulsive, Vuong’s poems circle fragmented lives to find both restoration as well as the epicenter of the break.
The author of the critically acclaimed poetry collection Night Sky With Exit Wounds, winner of the 2016 Whiting Award, the 2017 T. S. Eliot…
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  • Lucíaделится впечатлением3 года назад
    👍Worth reading
    🔮Hidden Depths
    🎯Worthwhile
    💧Soppy

    Un poeta impresionante. Libro enorme.

  • Aldair Apodacaделится впечатлением2 года назад
    👍Worth reading
    🔮Hidden Depths

  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletделится впечатлением2 года назад
    👍Worth reading

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  • Ian Romel Mendozaцитирует3 месяца назад
    I ate the apple not because the man lied

    when he said I was born of his rib

    but that I wanted to fill myself with its hunger

    for the ground, where the bones of my people

    still dream of me.
  • Ian Romel Mendozaцитирует3 месяца назад
    It’s true I’m all talk & a French tuck

    but so what. Like the wind, I ride

    my own life. Neon light electric

    in the wet part of roadkill

    on the street where I cut my teeth

    on the good sin. I want to

    take care of our planet

    because I need a beautiful

    graveyard. It’s true I’m not a writer

    but a faucet underwater. When the flood comes

    I’ll raise my hand so they know

    who to shoot.
  • Ian Romel Mendozaцитирует3 месяца назад
    Stand back, I’m a loser on a winning streak.

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