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Here Is Where We Disembark - Softcover

Roberts, Clea

 
9781551118512: Here Is Where We Disembark

Synopsis

With her remarkable debut collection, Yukon poet Clea Roberts proffers a perceptive and ecological reading of the Canadian North's past and present.

Roberts deftly draws out the moments that comprise a cycle of seasons, paying as much attention to the natural the winter moon's second-hand lightthat pools in the tracks of tree squirrels and the loose threads of migrating birds as she does to the manufactured half-melted ice lanterns and theperipheral percussion of J-brakes on the highway. She also casts her gaze back to the Klondike Gold Rush of 1897-1898, raising the voices of those marked by a frenetic race for fortune: a seductive, edgy wolf, a disillusioned photographer, and a pragmatic prostitute, among others.

Here Is Where We Disembark is a beautifully crafted book that ignites the senses, and its presence lingers, like woodsmoke, long after the final page has been turned.

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About the Author

Clea Roberts lives in Whitehorse, Yukon on the Takhini River with her husband and daughter. Her poems have appeared in The Antigonish Review, CV2, The Dalhousie Review, The International Feminist Journal of Politics, Lake: A Journal of Arts and Environment, The Malahat Review, Prism International, and Room. Roberts has received fellowships from the Vermont Studio Centre and the Atlantic Centre for the Arts, and is a three-time recipient of the Yukon Government Advanced Artist Award. Her work has been nominated for a National Magazine Award, and her poem ""When We Begin to Grow Old"" won the After Al Purdy Poetry Contest. Roberts co-organizes the Whitehorse Poetry Festival.

From the Back Cover

With her remarkable debut collection, Yukon poet Clea Roberts proffers a perceptive and ecological reading of the Canadian North's past and present.

Roberts deftly draws out the moments that comprise a cycle of seasons, paying as much attention to the natural--the winter moon's second-hand lightthat pools in the tracks of tree squirrels and the loose threads of migrating birds--as she does to the manufactured--half-melted ice lanterns and theperipheral percussion of J-brakes on the highway. She also casts her gaze back to the Klondike Gold Rush of 1897-1898, raising the voices of those marked by a frenetic race for fortune: a seductive, edgy wolf, a disillusioned photographer, and a pragmatic prostitute, among others.

Here Is Where We Disembark is a beautifully crafted book that ignites the senses, and its presence lingers, like woodsmoke, long after the final page has been turned.

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From “Transmutations”:VIMoon when coyoteis my shadow.Moon of the snappingwillow thickets.Moon of themissing cats.Moon of the potluckMoon of the tock, tockat the woodpile.Moon of filched sleep.Moon that raises our chinswith light years,traces the camberof a wing.From “When We Begin To Grow Old”:ITell me the oneabout the townwhere you were born,where the oceanfroze in the bay,how it moaned and clackedand collapsed with the tidesleaving its brightand violent architecturenot much goodfor skates.Copyright © Clea Roberts, 2010

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