A Woman of Property
Fiction & Literature, Literary Theory & Criticism, Poetry History & Criticism, Poetry, American
| Author: | Robyn Schiff | ISBN: | 9780698407343 |
| Publisher: | Penguin Publishing Group | Publication: | March 29, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Penguin Books | Language: | English |
| Author: | Robyn Schiff |
| ISBN: | 9780698407343 |
| Publisher: | Penguin Publishing Group |
| Publication: | March 29, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Penguin Books |
| Language: | English |
**A Finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize
A new book from a poet whose work is "wild with imagination, unafraid, ambitious, inventive" (Jorie Graham)**
Located in a menacing, gothic landscape, the poems that comprise A Woman of Property draw formal and imaginative boundaries against boundless mortal threat, but as all borders are vulnerable, this ominous collection ultimately stages an urgent and deeply imperiled boundary dispute where haunting, illusion, the presence of the past, and disembodied voices only further unsettle questions of material and spiritual possession. This is a theatrical book of dilapidated houses and overgrown gardens, of passageways and thresholds, edges, prosceniums, unearthings, and root systems. The unstable property lines here rove from heaven to hell, troubling proportion and upsetting propriety in the name of unfathomable propagation. Are all the gates in this book folly? Are the walls too easily scaled to hold anything back or impose self-confinement? What won't a poem do to get to the other side?
**A Finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize
A new book from a poet whose work is "wild with imagination, unafraid, ambitious, inventive" (Jorie Graham)**
Located in a menacing, gothic landscape, the poems that comprise A Woman of Property draw formal and imaginative boundaries against boundless mortal threat, but as all borders are vulnerable, this ominous collection ultimately stages an urgent and deeply imperiled boundary dispute where haunting, illusion, the presence of the past, and disembodied voices only further unsettle questions of material and spiritual possession. This is a theatrical book of dilapidated houses and overgrown gardens, of passageways and thresholds, edges, prosceniums, unearthings, and root systems. The unstable property lines here rove from heaven to hell, troubling proportion and upsetting propriety in the name of unfathomable propagation. Are all the gates in this book folly? Are the walls too easily scaled to hold anything back or impose self-confinement? What won't a poem do to get to the other side?
