"Tell me a story," insists White; whatever has passed, "will you not bring it back/ To our table like ordinary bread?" White himself tells grim tales of war's ravages, psychic as well as physical; of "tundra storm, barbed wire, blood./ Such a history of melting candles to endure"; of runaways "With an appointment to rehearse the doorway music"; of a "3-season, slate-gray town/ that helped invent the rain." But somehow the poems themselves are not grim. They have an air of fable, of magic that allows them gracefully to illuminate life's darker side. Occasionally there is overwriting, but White is a poet worth watching. In irradiant language he asks hard questions about how we manage given what we know, and he neither expects, nor gives, easy answers. Recommended. Barbara Hoffert, "Library Journal"
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1984
After Re-reading Moby Dick
Answering Your Last Letter
Apple Blossom, Oriole, Lilac
The Arctic Balloonists Talk To The Ones They Left Behind ...
The Black Cat Of Hilltop Provence
Bushwacking Through Bear Country
Christmas Eve Without Starlight
Cutthroat On A Full Moon
Descending Into The Moscow Metro
Dove
The Dream Of Swans In Moscow
For The Beluga Whales At The Minnesota Zoo
Halloween At Shoshone Geyser Basin
Herman Heese Replies To A German Actor, 1934
Honeymoon At Bear Island Lake
The Hour The Ships Come In
The I And The Not I, And The Ancient Rudder
In A Rowboat On A Lake In Minnesota
In Ecclesiates I Read
In Pursuit Of Wings
In The St. Paul Science Museum
In The Vermont Jungle
Invisible City
Marriage In An Open Meadow
Night Ski In Vermont
The Nightingale Lights At My Window ...
Of A Night Fed With No Forgetfulness
On Mallarme's Plan
On The Return Of Halley's Comet
One More City On My Map
One Morning Another Good Man Is Gone
Playing For Pickerel One August Night
The Pomegranate Tree Speaks ...
Pruning Apple Trees On Mccoy's Farm
Reeling Home With The Whale
Remembering Chaney In His Silence
Shouting To The Man In The Yang-tse Gorge
The Singer
Su Tung P'o Awakens In Moonlight
Sunday Afternoon In The Chagall Museum
Thanksgiving Night, Old Town, Portland, Oregon
There Is A Prairie River
To Confucius
Vermont Gray, A Train, A Boat
Walking Pound's Canals
Walking To The Theater, I Tell You A Story
We Who Set Out For The New World
Why Can't I Live In Cheyenne, Anymore
Winter Milk
With The First Snow Falling In Minneapolis
You Will Write The Book
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