Item description for Goodbye to the Orchard: Poems by Steven Cramer...
"There isn't a page in this book that isn't bracing. . . ."-Marie Howe
Beginning with the word "defeat" and concluding on the word "alive," Goodbye to the Orchard testifies that we must remain open in the face of loss, because loss is a given; and that our glimpses of the mysteries-whether of dying or living-are all we're allowed.
Steven Cramer is the author of The Eye that Desires to Look Upward, The World Book, and Dialogue for the Left and Right Hand. He currently lives in Massachusetts.
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Est. Packaging Dimensions: Length: 0.5" Width: 6.5" Height: 9.5" Weight: 0.65 lbs.
Release Date Oct 1, 2004
Publisher Sarabande Books
ISBN 1932511040 ISBN13 9781932511048
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More About Steven Cramer
Steven Cramer is the author of three poetry collections: The Eye that Desires to Look Upward (1987), The World Book (1992), Dialogue for the Left and Right Hand (1997). Recipient of fellowships from the MA Artists Foundation and the NEA, he has taught literature and writing at Bennington College, Boston University, M.I.T., Tufts University, and in low-residency MFA program at Queens University, Charlotte. He currently directs the low-residency MFA program in creative writing at Lesley University in Cambridge.
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An emotional and thought-provoking anthology Sep 12, 2005
Goodbye to the Orchard is the fourth collection of Steven Cramer's poems. The free-verse syncopation delves deeply into memories, and thrives upon presenting familiar icons and situations in a fresh and sometimes skewed viewpoint. The middle section of the book deals directly with the death of Cramer's sister, and "talk straight" in honor of her memory. An emotional and thought-provoking anthology. "Miracle Gro": I was finishing one book about ghosts / and about to start another about ghosts / while she slept. "If life is ordinary, / so is death," our sister (soon my sister) told me // between books, then offered her solution / for my pitiful, languishing garden - / its tomatoes oozing a thin, black blood, / its shrunken peppers, with their stunted heads: // Miracle Gro and water, but not from the tap. / Our sister, our dying one... Looking up, / we watched the March light she was lying in, / unseasonably green, through the hospice window, // warm even for the South - and hatefully so, / to one who's never been much good with soil.