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    This Blue: Poems
    This Blue: Poems
    This Blue: Poems
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    This Blue: Poems

    By Maureen N. McLane

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    National Book Award Finalist

    A vital, exhilarating new collection of poems from the National Book Critics Circle nominee

    From lichens to malls to merchant republics, it's "another day in this here cosmos," in Maureen N. McLane's stunning third poetry collection, This Blue. Here are songs for and of a new century, poems both archaic and wholly now. In the middle of life, stationed in our common "Terran Life," the poet conjures urban pigeons, Adirondack mountains, Genoa, Andalucía, Belfast, Parma; here is a world sounded out, broken, possibly shareable, newly named: "Take it up Old Adam— / everyday the world exists / to be named." This Blue is a searching and a singing—intricate, sexy, smart.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMacmillan Publishers
    Release dateJul 1, 2014
    ISBN9781466875074
    This Blue: Poems
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    Maureen N. McLane

    Maureen N. McLane's books of poems include More Anon, Some Say, Mz N: the serial, and the 2014 National Book Award finalist This Blue. Her book My Poets, a hybrid of memoir and criticism, was a finalist for the 2012 National Book Critics Circle Award for autobiography and a New York Times Notable Book of the Year. She lives in New York.

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