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Animal Prayers: 25 Poems

Animal Prayers: 25 Poems

Helms, Randel McCraw

Paperback

General Poetry

ISBN10: 195232677X
ISBN13: 9781952326776
Publisher: Kelsay Books
Published: Dec 7 2020
Pages: 40
Weight: 0.15
Height: 0.08 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
Open your eyes, see what you can with them, Helms encourages. When we do, we witness our own humanity's devastating impact on the natural world. The poet calls the Anthropocene to account-our polluting, our hunting, our meddling destruction of habitat-but in language so rich and tender that even as we are guilt-ridden, we are mysteriously joyful. Helms reminds us that to be human is to wreck, but also to nurture and to craft. Elephants, orcas, beetles, gulls, and even our beloved pets all come into sharper focus through the poet's attentive eye.

Devon Balwit

Mary Oliver writes that the broken heart should break open and never close again. Helms knows this in his bones, but, like Oliver's best, his poems keep the head intact as well. Of the animals that grace Helms' heart, few are survivors, but it is not the reader's regret that the poems invite, it is the reader's mind, engaged with the understanding that what is lost in these deaths is not merely a fellow creature, but a fellow intelligence, a core of transformative understanding and empathy.

Richard Fenton Sederstrom

The French have a phrase, cri de coeur , a passionate appeal to the heart. These poems attempt a cri d'ame , a reaching out to the soul; speaking to the lifeblood, they are a paean and an elegy to the animal in us all, the soul-filled. With the beings in these poems, we are made to understand that we are the animals of this earth together, and this has consequences: we are mice, and the night fills with owls. And this is how the world is, but-as the poems suggest so passionately-things don't have to be this way. Helms' poems read as extensions on the rhythms of life, moving from the world that is to the world as we feel it. We are faced with having made this world. What is triangulated clearly from this is the passion of how things could, and so very much ought, otherwise to be.

Alberto Rios

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