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ISBN: 978 1 857547 88 7
Categories: 21st Century, First Collections, Women
Imprint: Carcanet Poetry
Published: October 2005
216 x 135 x 5 mm
Publisher: Carcanet Press
Also available in: eBook (EPUB), eBook (Kindle)
When it came, we were getting ready
For bed. The gowns lay on the mattresses,
White as palms open for a coin.
I always loved how they spread themselves,
Armless & headless, across the sheets,
Loved that perfect stillness of things
Dropped from a great height. They stretched
The length of the beds like so many
Paper dolls. That night
The sandals waited on the floor, soft
Brown mouths, open & dumb as those
Of children. I loved how the feet
Came down with a slap, the straps
An embrace. We were kneeling
When it hit. Through the window
I saw its hand & when the others ran
I stood, walked the row
Putting on each pair of sandals, pulling
One crackling cloth over my head after another.
'Vesuvius (in the Priests' Quarters)'
SHORT LISTED FOR THE FORWARD POETRY PRIZE FOR BEST FIRST COLLECTION 2005
SHORT LISTED FOR THE WHITBREAD POETRY PRIZE 2005
Marabou, Jane Yeh's first book of poems, is a meditation on the nature of artifice, and on the self. Her snapshots freeze fraught instants in the lives of a broad cast of characters: the horror movie mummy, an Elizabethan shoemaker, a flock of Cumbrian sheep; there's Harry Potter's owl and Oscar Wilde, two European princesses... In these beautifully crafted poems, her personae address the themes of love, lust, glamour and desperation with wit and flair. Hers is the language of fashion, espionage, revenge tragedy; her taut pressure-packed lines combine vivid detail and bold confession and reach unexpected emotional truths.
'Marabou is fresh and surprising. If only all first books were this unusual.' - Stephen Knight, the Independent on Sunday
Table of Contents
Double Wedding, 1615
Convent at Haarlem
The Only Confirmed Cast Member Is Ook the Owl, Who Has Been Tapped To Play the Snowy White Owl Who Delivers Mail for Harry
Love in a Cold Climate I
Love in a Cold Climate II
Portrait at Windsor
Parliament of Fowls
Vesuvius (In the Priests' Quarters)
Rhode Island Waltz
Self-Portrait After Vermeer
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