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Crossing the CarpathiansCarmen Bugan10% off
Imprint: OxfordPoets
Publisher: Carcanet Press Available as: Paperback (64 pages) (Pub. Oct 2004) 9781903039687 £8.95 £8.05
When you knew that I was leaving
You bought me a pair of red shoes; I left them in Florence with the memory of your hands. You were unsure when you said 'So you'll dance and forget'... from 'I drink with you'
Crossing the Carpathians is a collection of poems about exile, family, and the survival of love. Carmen Bugan was born in Romania, and her book has its origins in her experiences during the 1980s, as a child of political dissidents and as an exile from her country. Written in America, Ireland, and England, her poems are about crossing countries and languages, recording loss and celebration, reconciling memories with dreams.
Table of Contents
On the side of forgetting In the silent country Portrait of a family The demonstration Fertile ground The first visit The divorce Exorcism Stories for the night Confession to my son Taking leave The train station at the border Grand Rapids, Michigan In exile Home For Sorin Ann Arbor For you Return to sound Sitting with a hurricane lamp in America At her funeral Doorways Leac na cumhaidg I drink with you Emilia Walking by the Atlantic at low tide Crossing the Carpathians with you Sleeping apple The day we decided we would lie By the lamp, burning Cursing the tongue Lullaby Memories In the middle of eternity This spring For my father Flight dream Handfast Point Black Head Ledges The second spring Windspit Moorings Poem without a name At the window Past solitude Lyme Regis Abbotsbury A house of stone Blindness, beside another war Under Magdalen Tower, with you The space into After seven years, for the unearthing of your body Evening January, Holywell Cemetery Oh, yes For my mother and sister
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