Blood Lyrics: Poems
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"Katie Ford's is a finely-wrought lyrical beauty, a poetry of detail and care, but she has set it within an epic arc." "Poetry"
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"""I lie still, play dead, am delivered decree: "
"our daughter weighs seven hundred dimes, "
"paperclips, teaspoons of sugar, "
"this child of grams"
"for which the good nurse"
"laid out her studies"
"as a coin purse"
"into which our tiny wealth clinked, "
"our daughter spilling almost"
"to the floor."
"" from "Of a Child Early Born"
In Katie Ford's third collection, she sets her music into lyrics wrung from the world's dangers. "Blood Lyrics" is a mother's song, one seared with the knowledge that her country wages long, aching wars in which not all lives are equal. There is beauty imparted, too, but it arrives at a cost: "Don't say it's the beautiful / I praise," Ford writes. "I praise the human, / gutted and rising.""
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Reviews
"Katie Ford has emerged as one of the most recognizably thoughtful poets of her talented generation. Manifesting a rigorous aesthetic combining allusiveness with inwardness, her poems mark the multivalent ways by which the moral conscience registers dailiness with history (also myth) and how consciousness itself perceives the relationship of the small to the overwhelming, the weak to the deadly, the remote to the pressing moment, the insignificant to the topical." --David Rigsbee, "The Cortland Review"
Praise for Katie Ford
"Katie Ford has emerged as one of the most recognizably thoughtful poets of her talented generation. Manifesting a rigorous aesthetic combining allusiveness with inwardness, her poems mark the multivalent ways by which the moral conscience registers dailiness with history (also myth) and how consciousness itself perceives the relationship of the small to the overwhelming, the weak to the deadly, the remote to the pressing moment, the insignificant to the topical." --David Rigsbee, "The Cortland Review"
