Poems Of Grace

"The Anthologist" captures all the warmth, wit, and extraordinary prose stylethat have made Baker--a National Book Critics Circle Award-winning author--anAmerican master.

Lenea Grace’s debut collection maps a series of relationships within a greater exploration of Canadiana, barreling through shield and crag, river and slag. A Generous Latitude is not afraid of beer, bears, internal rhyme, David Hasselhoff, sediment, or sentiment. It does, however, eschew sliding down lampposts, CBC sitcoms, McGarrigles, and the sentimental. Taking humor in the human condition, A Generous Latitude toys with juxtapositions of the serious with the silly, the irreverent with more somber realities. Music both teases and generates the poems within the collection. Here, Guy Lafleur’s hockey-disco hybrid album is on par with the Righteous Brothers and Fleetwood Mac. Here, “I’m not smoking and it’s not analog, / but at 2 a.m., it is always 1979.” A Generous Latitude takes a wild, peculiar joy in supplanting the expected with rich imagery that lights the mundane and “strips the Atlantic bare.”

Reading hymns as poetry for meditation and understanding has long been an Anglican practice. Some hymnals in England print one stanza with music and the rest as poetry. Americans have preferred that texts be interlined with music for ease and instruction in singing. This text-only edition of The Hymnal 1982 brings out the beauty and meaning of the poetry that has moved Christians to ministry for hundreds of years. This handsome red book is a companion to the study edition of the Book of Common Prayer and is an ideal accompaniment to A Closer Walk: Meditating on Hymns for Year A and Awake, My Soul: Meditating on Hymns for Year B by Nancy Roth.

Poetry. African & African American Studies. Family reunions are special occasions, a time of connections, reflections, of meeting new members, remembering those no longer with us, more than a little gossip (a good reason not to miss one if you don't want to be the one talked about!) and (mostly) good-natured kidding, occasional recriminations and grievances aired or confined to knowing side glances, and perhaps most importantly, the chance to pass on and keep alive the history and lore of the family from one generation to the next. Grace C. Ocasio's FAMILY REUNION is all of these things, and in reading this book we are privileged guests at just such an event, invited to hear the stories of her relatives across multiple generations. Because this is an account of an African-American family, it is necessarily in part a chronicle of racism and injustice and thus a contribution to the poetry of documentary witness. There are moments of tragedy (a child permanently brain damaged by being dropped by a nurse at birth) and indignity (a woman denied a PhD by Harvard because of her race), but also triumphs (one man becomes a celebrated physician, and many in the family graduate from college and go on to successful professional careers--including the author). These poems speak candidly of the experience of being Black in America. But that is not all that they do. What they reveal most of all is how this one family's story manages to be both uniquely their own and simultaneously universal, because we can all recognize ourselves and our own messy histories in these pages, whatever our race or origin. We've all encountered that uncle, that grandmother in our own families; we've heard the lectures (or given them ourselves) on hair and clothing, behavior and expectations, the suitability of suitors, all the friction at generational boundaries. Now, more than ever, we need to be reminded that we are all one family--however dysfunctional. To say that Ocasio does this with grace may be a pun, but it is also the truth. The book ends with a brief prose account of a family reunion that is hilariously chaotic, leaving the author with "hysteria welling in my throat." Well, that's family for you! But what a treat it is to get to know this one.

Eric Ormsby wrote that `So assured and musical is the hand that shaped them that these poems tend to memorize themselves, as though they had always formed part of our experience.' This is Sarah's sixth full-length collection, marked by its humility, joy and philosophical elegance.

This collection of poetry explores an immigrant woman's lived experiences, from coming out to a deeply religious mother, to idolizing the "bad boy" of the NBA, to understanding how to relate to her ever-changing Chinese-Canadian identity. A meditation on family, food, and falling in love, The Language We Were Never Taught to Speak reveals how the stories of immigrants in Canada contain both universal truths and singular nuances.

You Can Make It The road seems long, the pressures great, You sit and wonder what will be your fate? Memories, now past and gone, Tomorrow will bring a brand new dawn. The past has gone, the future is now, But you sit and wonder what it will turn into; The things you have failed, you ponder why, And wonder if life is passing you by. Your hopes and dreams you placed aside, But as you look around there is nowhere to hide, Your fear of failure and crumbling plans, Deter you from seeing the gift in your hands. A vision is a personal goal, not a chore. God gave it to you to feel confident and secure; Even when others do not understand, Be steadfast and let your vision expand. Your steps are ordered in God’s will, Stay on your knees and consult him until; The way unfolds and is revealed to you, And you know exactly what God wants you to do. “The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and he delighteth in his way”. Psalms 37: 23-26.