Anne McCrady
Auteur de Along Greathouse Road
Œuvres de Anne McCrady
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- Œuvres
- 2
- Membres
- 9
- Popularité
- #968,587
- Évaluation
- 5.0
- Critiques
- 1
- ISBN
- 2
I met Anne McCrady at a poetry workshop a few years ago, and immediately felt a connection to her poetry. In her latest collection, Letting Myself In, she cleverly deals with tremendously visual descriptions of worlds and lives in transition. She captures the feel and the emotions of East Texas and the people who live and struggle to reach their dreams.
Many of her poems have become favorites of mine, so choosing which to quote for this review was not easy. The second poem in the collection personally struck me close to my own view of my life. The poem is “Aubade,” which is a poem reflecting on the dawn. She writes, “Of all the time to travel / a new road, why choose now? / How hard it will be / to move from the hearth / just as logs are being hauled inside, / how odd to life from the hook / beside the door, my jacket -- / its weight an informal burden / on my September shoulders. // Turning to go, / I cannot think / what to take along: / a map, a dog, my books. / Maybe it is better / to travel light, / off on my own this time, / each step a reluctant soldier’s song / of how hard – oh, how hard – it is to leave home” (5). I do a lot of traveling to visit far flung family members these days, and this poem felt like a warm breeze leading me down the road.
Another favorite is October Rain.” McCrady writes, ‘In the garden, / leftover moisture clings / to bits of fading growth, / pools on cool, curled vines, / drips in strands of pearls / to the soggy earth beneath. // Time is muffled. / Day cannot climb out / of dawn’s damp blanket. / With no breeze, settled, / wood smoke sleeps in. / Live oak flags hang slack, / and pine boughs wait for word. // For now things can wait. / Like circling geese, / life and clouds float patiently / watching for signs / of a good, hard blow . to dry out the coming day / and open up a clear, cold sky” (13).
“Putting words to work,” is an excellent motto for the poetry of Anne McCrady. Her collection is a warm, calming, and seductive exploration of the world we live in. Letting Myself In will have that effect on you. 5 stars.
--Jim, 11/02/15… (plus d'informations)