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Title
Almost Invisible
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Author
Strand, Mark
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Binding
Hardcover
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Edition
1st
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Condition
Used - Fine copy in fine dust jacket
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Pages
68
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Volumes
1
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Language
ENG
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Publisher
Alfred A. Knopf, New York
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Date
2012
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Bookseller's Inventory #
BOOKS077985I
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ISBN
9780307957313 / 0307957314
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Weight
0.47 lbs (0.21 kg)
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Dimensions
8.5 x 6.2 x 0.4 in (21.59 x 15.75 x 1.02 cm)
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Library of Congress subjects
American poetry - 21st century
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Library of Congress Catalog Number
2011025432
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Dewey Decimal Code
811.54
From the publisher
MARK STRAND is the author of twelve earlier books of poems. He is also the author of a book of stories, three volumes of translations, a number of anthologies (most recently 100 Great Poems of the Twentieth Century), and monographs on the artists William Bailey and Edward Hopper. He has received many honors and awards for his poems, including a MacArthur Fellowship, the Pulitzer Prize (for Blizzard of One), the Bollingen Prize, and the Gold Medal for Poetry from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. In 1990 he was chosen Poet Laureate of the United States. He teaches at Columbia University.
Excerpt
A Banker in the Brothel of Blind Women
A banker strutted into the brothel of blind women. “I am a shepherd,” he announced, “and blow my shepherd’s pipe as often as I can,but I have lost my flock and feel that I am at a critical point in my life.”“I can tell by the way you talk,”said one of the women,“that you are a banker only pretending to be a shepherd and that you want us to pity you, which we do because you have stooped so low as to try to make fools of us.” “My dear,” said the banker to the same woman,“I can tell that you are a rich widow looking for a little excitement and are not blind at all.” “This observation suggests,” said the woman, “that you may be a shepherd after all, for what kind of rich widow would find excitement being a whore only to end up with a banker?”“Exactly,” said the banker.
The Everyday Enchantment of Music
A rough sound was polished until it became a smoother sound, which was polished until it became music. Then the music was polished until it became the memory of a night inVenice when tears of the sea fell from the Bridge of Sighs, which in turn was polished until it ceased to be and in its place stood the empty home of a heart in trouble.Then suddenly there was sun and the music came back and traffic was moving and off in the distance, at the edge of the city, a long line of clouds appeared, and there was thunder, which, however menacing, would become music, and the memory of what happened af- ter Venice would begin, and what happened after the home of the troubled heart broke in two would also begin.
Poem of the Spanish Poet
In a hotel room somewhere in Iowa an American poet, tired of his poems, tired of being an American poet, leans back in his chair and imagines he is a Spanish poet, an old Spanish poet, nearing the end of his life, who walks to the Guadalqui- vir and watches the ships, gray and ghostly in the twilight, slip downstream.The little waves, approaching the grassy bank where he sits, whisper something he can’t quite hear as they curl and fall. Now what does the Spanish poet do? He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a notebook, and writes:
Black fly, black fly
Why have you come
Is it my shirt
My new white shirt
With buttons of bone
Is it my suit
My dark-blue suit
Is it because
I lie here alone
Under a willow
Cold as stone
Black fly, black fly
How good you are
To come to me now
How good you are
To visit me here
Black fly, black fly
To wish me good-bye
About the author
MARK STRAND is the author of twelve earlier books of poems. He is also the author of a book of stories, three volumes of translations, a number of anthologies (most recently "100 Great Poems of the Twentieth Century"), and monographs on the artists William Bailey and Edward Hopper. He has received many honors and awards for his poems, including a MacArthur Fellowship, the Pulitzer Prize (for "Blizzard of One"), the Bollingen Prize, and the Gold Medal for Poetry from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. In 1990 he was chosen Poet Laureate of the United States. He teaches at Columbia University.
