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Do Not Peel the Birches

Do Not Peel the Birches

Jackson, Fleda Brown

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ISBN10: 1557530408
ISBN13: 9781557530400
Publisher: Purdue Univ Pr
Published: Jul 1 1993
Pages: 85
Weight: 0.32
Height: 0.29 Width: 5.52 Depth: 8.52
Language: English

In her second collection of poems, Fleda Brown Jackson holds with a meditative rapture to the place she call home - home as family, the source of trouble and joy; home as the embellished stories of family; and home as a place called Central Lake. And when the poems move outward - to Stonehenge, Edinburgh, Kitty-Hawk, Roanoke, St. Pete Beach, and the Mississippi River - the past keeps resonating. At last, the voice that remembers becomes nothing but a riding, a hunger. If I were a swan, she imagines, The world would move / under me / and I would always be exactly / where I am. There is an end to history, Jackson says, when at last real life and art are able to merge: a mythic Elvis steps out of her ancestral outhouse, and his singing sounds very much like her own voice. It's not as if one vent stands / beside another, separated by a delicate / membrane, she writes in another poem. It's all done through images, the blood of fear, / of rage, soaking through the towel.

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