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9780889843493

The Essential Robert Gibbs

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  • ISBN13:

    9780889843493

  • ISBN10:

    088984349X

  • Format: Paperback
  • Copyright: 2012-04-01
  • Publisher: Utp Distribution
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Summary

The precision, originality, and playfulness of Robert Gibbs' poems have captivated readers for over half a century. Mixing the cerebral and the heartfelt, Gibbs' poems investigate and celebrate family, history, and nature with decisive imagery, idiomatic immediacy, punning wordplay, and breadth of imagination.

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Excerpts

The Death of My Father

My father died Christmas Eve in
the middle of the night and
the green breath of the big tree
in our frontroom mixed with
the dark smell of death upstairs.
My mother called us in and said
`I think he's gone, your father's gone', and
seeing the slack black gape
of his mouth, I thought of the cold
bluebodied turkey in the fridge downstairs.

A praiseworthy man, on Sundays out to meeting
with praise of God in his eyes and not
a pigeon missed with breadcrumbs nor
a dickybird in the gutter and not
a tomcat passed with his ruff
unruffled or his rough purr unpurred.
A man simple enough, in love with sunsets
and butter-and-eggs by the railway tracks
where we took our Sunday walks around
the waterfronts and afterwards reformed
baptist hymns which his thick fingers pressed
from the thick strings of his cello.

I see you dad, on your high stool in
your shop, eyeglass wrenched into play and
fine curly gold turning up and off from
your keen engraver as you cut 'Love for
always and always' on the inside circus
of a secondhand wedding ring.
And how we hoarded the dust from
every sweeping in a tall black can and
shipped it away to the refiner to have
your gold and silver letters, all
your days' cuttings from coffin plates
and baby spoons, cradled out
in his white secret fire and
sent back, sent back.

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