Sleeping Beauty (English and French Edition) - Hardcover

Carruth, Hayden

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0060150211 ISBN 13: 9780060150211

Publisher: Harpercollins Childrens Books, 1982

Synopsis

Recalling the poetry of the troubadours in subject and tone, this full-length love poem reflects the modern temper in its criticism of attitudes toward women, love, and exploitation

About this title

About the Author:

Hayden Carruth is the author of twenty-five books of poetry, a novel, four books of criticism, and two anthologies, and has held fellowships from the Bollingen, Guggenheim and Lannan foundations, as well as the NEA. His many awards include the National Book Award for Poetry, the National Book Critics Circle Award, and the Lenore Marshall/The Nation Award.

Review:

Ain't That Something? Why, I Knowed Old Tom
And He Stood At His Window And Shook His Fist At A Cloud
And In The Town, In Neon-blaring Twilight
And There In The Sky Is The Known Face Half-hidden
Any Fire Will Do - You Who Are Sleeping
As Doctor Peter Said:
As Movement Seen, So Is The Sound, The Singing
As Rousseau Was Another, Singing
As The Broken Front Differential Pops And Jumps
As You Or I, But At Least He Fights Hard To Get
Back Of Budbill's Where It Dreens Offn The Ledges. Smugger
Better, Goddamn It. Why, Whenever I See Folks
Bleakness In The Town
Blizzard In The Mountains. Dusk. The Cabin's Light
The Border Is What Creates Illegal Aliens
Came In Upon Him Once How He Might Find
Death, He Thinks. In Fact He Has Thought It Every Day
Destinies, Destinations: In Morrisville
Dornroschen, Princess %are Not You Too Held
Down There Like. Maybe Not The Same, Of Course
For Fifteen Years He Never Knew I Never
The Full Of The Moon. In Pine Woods A Snowlight
'good-bye,' They Always Whisper, 'oh God,' Clinging
Hah! Not What's Wrote Down, I Reckon. I'm Leaving
Half-turned, As If Reluctant, The Lady Of Water
He Decided To Live. Alone. One Room. Quaking
He Goes Out With His Chainsaw Into The Cold Bright
He Reads There, Only A Boy, Fifteen, In The Dingy
He Reads: %'that Is One Of The Great Tragedies
He Remembers: %there Was This Big House They Called The
He Said: %all Right Then, I Was, O.k.? Screwing
He Thinks How, Often When His Semen Spews
He Thinks In Wonder How Love Was All That Was
He Thinks Of Classical Women:
He Used To Think His Escape Was In Lucidity
He Was A Soldier, He Was A Madman, He Was A Hermit
His Body, Caught There In The Mirror, Lean
His Dream: %he Is Dressed In A White Sheet, Riding
House Out To Sea
In France, Through Archways, The Archaic Stonework
In The Exigencies Of Consciousness
In The Mind's House Of Heaven The Great Night Never
In Wavering Shadow And Silted With Soot, Her Face
It Was Catlett Driving, De Paris Blowing Strong
It's Awful, Amos
Jays Shrieking In The Fir Clump, A World Enraged
La Colline Du Mystere. Solitary Here. The Stone
Late. The Back Road 'slicker Than Owl Shit.' Snow
Making Love In The Cabin, Not To Himself
Maybe Because They're So Damn Frigging Rich
Mingled, Windows Stuffed With Grainsacks, 'lots
'my Mother Did It. She Had To, She Said. She Took
Named She Was A Smith, Born Smith, But How Related
Near Addison Now
Nine, He Thinks, And Every One A Failure
No Love Without Hurt? No Lovesong Without Distortion?
O.k., Fulke Greville: 'none Can Well Behold
Oaks And Dark Pines, Remote, The Northern Forest
Odds & Ends
Or Independence, Call It What You Blame Well Like
Our Own Hearts Too Like, Seem's-zo, Whenever
Out Of Nothing
People Burned, Came Apart, Suffocated, Melted
Plains Of Snow. The Buntings Whirl Like Rung
The Poem Moves North
The Poem Moves
The Point Is (maybe) That The Woman's Face Was Made
Princess, The Poem Is Born And You Have Woken
Recurrently He Also Dreams:
Rise Up And Proclaim Themselves, And His Skin
Shall He Then Finally 'put Away Childish Things,'
'shock? Is That What You're Asking? My Dear, I Was A
Sleeping Beauty (1990): 112
Sleeping Beauty (1990): 15
Slows. A Bent Figure In The Dark, Thickly Clothed
Some Don't Get Much, Amos
Spirit %let There Be Even In The Last Hour
Spirit %whatever You Are Wherever
The Springtime So Impetuous. Already Pink Blossoms
Store, More'n Likely, In One Of Those Tenements
'thee Knows. Must Thee Not Knowe?' I So Saying
Then From Beyond, From Nowhere, From The Wilderness
Then Here Was Where It Began, Dear Sleeping Princess
Then Rapture Is Self In Itself Entranced. And Love?
There Where Pines Darken The Water Above The Brookbed
'they Tossed My Baby Like A Cat In The Air
Three Persons Are Here, Of Whom The First
To Her, To Be Her, That Her Hurt And Wrong Be Mine
Upward Through The Dark, This
Voided By Too Many Hopes Betrayed, Too Many
Was She The Innocent? Too Beautiful For That
We Thought The Chateau Was Safe. The Men Were Gone
When Them Old Hooters Had Plenty Eating Material
Which Ain't Much Barn At That, Maybe Twenty Head
Why Dost Thou Tear Me? Had I Done Thee Hurt?
Why Is The Face In The Water A Woman? Because
Wind In The Pines, A Dark, Damp, Novemb'ring Wind
Wind Sighing, Crying, Singing In The Pines. Who Knows
You Are The Dreamer Who Dreams The World, And Yet
You Know What?
You Lay There On That Couch As If In Effigy
You Then. Your Eyes Hooded, Shrewd A Little
You, Amos? But You're Dead Now
Your Dream Is Hamlet Again
Your Dream: %at First Its Name Is Heliopolis
Your Dream: %her Name Was Hestia, Sister Of God
Your Dream: %his Name Is Heraclitus, And His Is Huge
Your Dream: %his Name Was Hannibal, I.e., By Baal's
Your Dream: %his Name Was Harlequin. He Wore The Mask
Your Dream: %his Name Was Heathcliff, And He Was Clearly
Your Dream: %his Name Was Hegel, A Dear Sweet Man
Your Dream: %his Name Was Hendryk Hudson. And Oh
Your Dream: %his Name Was Hermann, Tender, Quiet
Your Dream: %his Name Was Hermes, And He Was All To All
Your Dream: %his Name Was Hero, And His Other Name
Your Dream: %his Name Was Herod. No? How Close
Your Dream: %his Name Was Hesiod, A Darkish Man
Your Dream: %his Name Was Hilarity But He Never Laughed
Your Dream: %his Name Was Hitler And He Lived Over
Your Dream: %his Name Was Holderlin. Ah, Name, Name!
Your Dream: %his Name Was Homer. He Was Blind
Your Dream: %his Name Was Husband, His Title Herr
Your Dream: %his Name Was Unheard Of, Very Strange
Your Dream: %its Name Apparently Is Honeywell
Your Dream: %its Peculiar Name Is Hydrogen Bomb
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®

About this edition

• Publisher: Harpercollins Childrens Books
• Publication date: 1982
• ISBN 10: 0060150211
• ISBN 13: 9780060150211
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 143