Name: Cyclorama (Poets out Loud) (en Inglés)
SKU: 51355067
Price: 496.48 MXN
Availability: InStock
Author: Daneen Wardrop
ISBN: 9780823265763

portada Cyclorama (Poets out Loud) (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Editorial

Fordham University Press

Autor

Daneen Wardrop

Año

2015

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

ISBN13

9780823265763

N° edición

Categorías

Estados unidos de américa
Poesía

Cyclorama (Poets out Loud) (en Inglés)

Daneen Wardrop (Autor) · Fordham University Press · Tapa Blanda

Libro Nuevo Importado

Envío: 14 a 19 días háb.

$ 902.68$ 496.48

-45%

Costos de importación incluídos en el precio ✅

Libro Nuevo

Quedan 27 unidades

$ 496.48

Llega entre el 25 Sep y el 05 Oct a CUAUHTÉMOC, Ciudad de México. Seleccionar ubicación

Agregar a lista de deseos

Reseña del libro "Cyclorama (Poets out Loud) (en Inglés)"

In a stunning cycle of persona poems, Daneen Wardrop offers us a panoramic view of the inner lives of those forgotten among the violence and strife of the American Civil War: the nurse and the woman soldier, the child and the draftee, the prostitute, the black slave, and the Native American soldier. Each one speaks out to be seen and heard, bearing witness to the mundanity of suffering experienced by those whose presence was ubiquitous yet erased in the official histories of the War Between the States. Cyclorama takes its name from the theater-sized, in-the-round oil paintings popular in the late nineteenth century, and with each poem, Wardrop adds a panel to her expansive, engrossing portrait of the bloodshed and tears, the tedium and fear experienced by the Civil War living and the dying. With pathos and lyric force, she brings sharply into focus perspectives on an unfathomable experience we thought we already knew and understood. from "Women's Sanitary Corps" Sister, I link arms with you as we enter this log-steepled tent, white on the outside, but on the inside the deep maroon of thick-spackled, internal things. How can it be so simple here? Bed, man-- bed, man-- where the pain leaves no room for anything else. My mouth is dry. No, stay with me, these sheet-smoothed boys need us with their nocturnal eyes, not predatory but grieving, as good animals the body, not ready, not able to be ready. La, where did they put their good body?