Winter Morning Walks : 100 Postcards to Jim Harrison (Poetry Series) (Paperback)

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Product Details

• Paperback: 120 pages
• Publisher: Carnegie-Mellon University Press (January 2001)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0887483364
• ISBN-13: 978-0887483363
• Product Dimensions: 8.4 x 5.4 x 0.4 inches
• Shipping Weight: 5.6 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.9 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (7 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #67,321 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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5.0 out of 5 stars Making something special with it, August 5, 2001

By	Sean W. Lyons (huntingtown, maryland United States) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

Fabric: the opening, dedicatory poem sketches a man's early morning walk along a road, a road that reminds him of an unrolled length of cloth, and the dark fields in the distance seem like the counter in the store his father worked at. He remembers his father behind the counter unrolling a bolt of cloth for the boy and saying "you can make something special with this."

Kooser, fighting cancer when he wrote these postcards, continues to use his naturally metaphorical imagination to transform common things and daily events into well-timed and expertly sculpted poems. There are at least a dozen gems in this collection and memorable metaphors and similes on nearly every page. The postcards--poems no longer than a page, and mostly much shorter than that--form a diary of sorts, not only a response to and a subtle record of his battle with cancer, but a testimony to his joy in the heartbreaking beauty of existence.

Kooser uses items from what Randall Jarrell called "the dailiness of life" to slide back to the past and to clarify the present. The "material"--his father, his mother, his uncle, roadside refuse, the moon, birds, graveyards, robes, a snowflake, the creaking snow, bolts of cloth--is embroidered beautifully and succinctly.

This book will lodge in the memory and engender respect for the overlooked yet rich fabric of our daily lives.

35 of 35 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars To Know That We Are Not Alone, February 9, 2006

By	John Michael Albert "John-Michael Albert" (Dover NH) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

This book, by our current Poet Laureate, is as fine a book of modern poetry as you can hope for. During his treatment for cancer, the author is given medication that makes his skin sun-sensitive. So, in order to maintain his daily habit of walking the country roads of Nebraska for exercise, he has to do it before the sun comes up. To allay the inherent loneliness, he decides to send a friend, Jim Harrison, a poem on a postcard everyday. So, in the company of one of his dogs, plenty of different birds, and a keenly inquisitive mind to which nothing is ordinary and everything informs on everything else, this book was born. I usually read such a book in less than a week, marking the more effective poems in the table for contents for when I return. I couldn't shake this one for three weeks, and I read and read each of them poems three and four times before moving on to the next. It's winter in New England; that may be part of it. And the grey dawn hand of mortality has overshadowed me for the last few months as well. But neither is real reason I kept this faithful book with me; fundamentally, it's just a good book. Look past that startlingly honest title and start reading. You won't regret it. C. S. Lewis quoted a student, who quoted his father, saying, "We read to know that we are not alone." If every a book does that, this does.

22 of 22 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Winter postcards form Nebraska, April 20, 2006

By	Gary Sprandel (Frankfort, Kentucky) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

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Spanning from Nov 9 to the first day of spring, these short, direct poems all reflect a pre-dawn walk in Nebraska "beneath a billion indifferent stars". A short statement of the weather (for example, "two degrees and clear" on December 30) is followed by a short poem influenced by what he saw on his walk. ("Older this morning, the moon / hid most of her face / behind a round gray mirror").

The poems sometimes reflect different shades of darkness, from "a deer of gray vapor" to "a rutted black field". The poems are set within his recovery from cancer "Lucky I am to go off to my cancer appointment having been given a bluebird")

I read each of the poems on the same date they were written, which provided a personal contrast. As a postcard collector, I would love to receive one of these poems on a postcard.