Mojave [Paperback]

Deborah Boe (Author)

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Agua Dulce
The Ascension Of Stones
At My Sister's Wedding
Branches
Bread In Summer
The Carpenter's Level
Chorus Of Concerts
Climbing To The Observatory
Closing The Doors
Defense To One's Mother For Loving A Bad Man
Embroidery
Enchiladas
Fire
From My Half-sleep In The Hammock
The Genealogy Of Despair
Happiness
The Horses
Ill Will
In Proof Of The Existence Of Angels
Inside The Volcano
Invisible Girl
Jesus Wept
Keeping The Childhood
Laughter
Lazarus
The Left Hand
Lesson
Living On The Fault Line
The Living Sister
Love
Martha
Mary Of Bethany
Mojave
My Sister Of The Horses
My Sister, Afraid
No Pictures Hang Upon My Walls
Of The First Husband
On My Birthday, Gifts From Two Grandmothers
Painting The Body
Paper Stars
The Predictions
The Red Sea
The Shape Of Sorrow
Sister
Sleeping Double
The Small Blessings Around Us
Snow Light In The Mojave
Solitude
Something I Forgot To Tell You
The Spirits Of The Animals
These Swans
This Life Is What Makes Us
Three Weeks
Tired Of Rain
What Accident Of Loss
What It Means
What Makes You Feel Better
What We Have In The Way Of Excuses
When I Think Of Leaving
Where She Will Wait
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®

Product Details

• Paperback: 79 pages
• Publisher: Hanging Loose Press (January 1, 1987)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0914610449
• ISBN-13: 978-0914610441
• Product Dimensions: 8.2 x 5.5 x 0.2 inches
• Shipping Weight: 5 ounces
• Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #5,032,061 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Deborah Boe is one of the most under-rated poets in America., September 6, 1999

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Thomas Simmons (The University of Iowa, Iowa City, IA) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Mojave (Paperback)

I have never understood why Deborah Boe's first volume, the 1987 *Mojave*, was not quickly followed by an equally-stellar second book. Certainly the three poems of Boe's in the March 1986 issue of *Poetry*, which are not included in *Mojave*, themselves merit the release of a second volume. Boe's style has the terseness and out-of-left-field vividness of Louise Gluck's best work, but she has a sharper grip on the immediate situation: her poems of love and abuse against the setting of the desert are as shockingly humane as any I have read. While she has a different kind of lyricism from Marie Howe, the underlying intensity of language is similar: Boe and Howe, at their best, match each other in the extreme aridity of their perceptions, which somehow ironically restore the heart. Hanging Loose Press deserves great credit for bringing out Boe's first book, but the situation reminds one of the inherent injustices of the world of poetry: some deserving poets, like Howe, are prize winners with two books, while other, equally deserving poets (like Boe) go almost unrecognized. But if you find a copy of *Mojave*, you will find poems you have been looking for for years.