Grace
Winner of the 2005 Donald Hall Prize in Poetry. Grace is John Hodgen's third book of poetry. He is a poet of extreme contrasts, offering us the dregs of despair, yet instantly recalling hope in the beauty of nature or in a moment in time when all is right, when we realize grace. In "For the Leapers" the narrator relates, "We will fall past the angels, / we will fall from such height, / our tears will lift up from our eyes. / We will fall straight through hell. / And then we will rise." Hodgen's poems roam through history, religion, man-made disasters, baseball, pop culture, and Wal-Marts, on paths that come full circle with remarkable completeness, maturity, and dexterity.
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Grace
Winner of the 2005 Donald Hall Prize in Poetry. Grace is John Hodgen's third book of poetry. He is a poet of extreme contrasts, offering us the dregs of despair, yet instantly recalling hope in the beauty of nature or in a moment in time when all is right, when we realize grace. In "For the Leapers" the narrator relates, "We will fall past the angels, / we will fall from such height, / our tears will lift up from our eyes. / We will fall straight through hell. / And then we will rise." Hodgen's poems roam through history, religion, man-made disasters, baseball, pop culture, and Wal-Marts, on paths that come full circle with remarkable completeness, maturity, and dexterity.
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Grace

Grace

by John Hodgen
Grace

Grace

by John Hodgen

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Winner of the 2005 Donald Hall Prize in Poetry. Grace is John Hodgen's third book of poetry. He is a poet of extreme contrasts, offering us the dregs of despair, yet instantly recalling hope in the beauty of nature or in a moment in time when all is right, when we realize grace. In "For the Leapers" the narrator relates, "We will fall past the angels, / we will fall from such height, / our tears will lift up from our eyes. / We will fall straight through hell. / And then we will rise." Hodgen's poems roam through history, religion, man-made disasters, baseball, pop culture, and Wal-Marts, on paths that come full circle with remarkable completeness, maturity, and dexterity.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780822990758
Publisher: University of Pittsburgh Press
Publication date: 09/03/2006
Series: Pitt Poetry Series
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 72
File size: 332 KB

About the Author

John Hodgen is visiting assistant professor of English at Assumption College. He is the author of three previous books of poetry: In My Father's House, winner of the Bluestem Award; Bread Without Sorrow, winner of the Balcones Poetry Prize; and Grace, winner of the Donald Hall Prize in Poetry. Hodgen is the recipient of numerous other awards, including the Foley Poetry Prize, the Ruth Stone Poetry Prize, the Grolier Prize, an Arvon Foundation Award, and the Chad Walsh Prize in Poetry.

Table of Contents

Contents I . . . no spring, nor summer beauty . . . Clay County My Mother Swimming Men Lying in Fields For the Leapers Today Fermata: After Clearing Out My Mother’s Place This Moon, These Fifty Years Lost Bird On Finding, in a Book of Poems by Norman Dubie, a 25-Year-Old Letter from the Bookbinder to My Cousin Dead Now of AIDS High Summer II . . . the music of her face . . . Manifest Destiny On a Wing For the Man Who Spun Plates Something to Cry About Proof Coast to Coast In Wind For Freedy, and for the Ohio Dragging Itself for Its Dead What Becomes a Star Each Night, and Rises Eyes Each Moment Is Speaking to You of the Other III . . . angels and ministers . . . Visitation Outside the Coolawhatchie Blimpie Gas ’n’ Go Trick For the Waitresses at the Bars Outside Fenway Park Upon Being Called Mature and Together, on Respectfully and Summarily Rejecting Both Descriptors, and on Suddenly Remembering the Best Night of My Life In a Dream It All Has to Be True Like the Moon Dose Word Search Prenatal Upon Being Awakened at 3 a.m. by Lovers Talking, Laughing, Riding a Motorbike Beside the Arno River, Florence, November 25, 2002 For the Young Man Who Would Not Let Me in to Visit Keats’s Grave with Ten Minutes Left until Closing Time at the Cimitero Accatolica, Rome, December 1, 2002 The Oldest Lie Acknowledgments
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