The Shape of the Journey
New and Collected PoemsBook - 2000 | 1st pbk ed.
"This is poetry worth loving, hating, and fighting over."--The New York Times Book Review
Here is the definitive collection of poetry from one of America's best-loved writers--now available in paperback. With the publication of this book, eight volumes of poetry were brought back into print, including the early nature-based lyrics ofPlain Song, the explosiveOutlyer & Ghazals, and the startling "correspondence" with a dead Russian poet inLetters to Yesenin. Also included is an introduction by Harrison, several previously uncollected poems, and "Geo-Bestiary," a 34-part paean to earthly passions.The Shape of the Journey confirms Jim Harrison's place among the most brilliant and essential poets writing today.
"Behind the words one always feels the presence of a passionate, exuberant man who is at the same time possessed of a quick, subtle intelligence and a deeply questioning attitude toward life. Harrison writes so winningly that one is simply content to be in the presence of a writer this vital, this large-spirited."--The New York Times Book Review
"(An) untrammelled renegade genius... here's a poet talking to you instead of around himself, while doing absolutely brilliant and outrageous things with language."--Publishers Weekly
"Readers can wander the woods of this collection for a lifetime and still be amazed at what they find."--Booklist (starred review.)
When the cloth edition of this book was first published, it immediately became one of Copper Canyon Press's all-time bestsellers. It was featured on Garrison Keillor'sWriter's Almanac, became a finalist for theLos Angeles Times Book Prize, and was selected as one of the "Top-Ten Books of 1998" byBooklist.
Jim Harrison is the author of dozens of books, includingLegends of the Fall andIn Search of Small Gods. He has also written numerous screenplays and served as the food columnist forEsquire magazine. He lives in Montana and Arizona.
Amid pale green milkweed, wild clover,
a rotted deer
after a winter so cold
the trees split open.
I think she couldn't keep up with
the others (they had no place
to go) and her food,
frozen grass and twigs,