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    Next Day: New and Selected Poems
    Next Day: New and Selected Poems
    Next Day: New and Selected Poems
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    Next Day: New and Selected Poems

    Written by Cynthia Zarin

    Narrated by Cynthia Zarin

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    A selection of the dazzling work of one of the finest writers of her generation and winner of the Los Angeles Times Book Prize, a poet of elegant restraint, emotional depth, and moral vision

    Beginning with several dozen new poems that have appeared in The New Yorker, among other publications, this volume is a tour through Zarin’s five exquisitely made collections, beginning with The Swordfish Tooth, published in 1989. Zarin, a poet in the line of Elizabeth Bishop, allows the reader to experience human truths through a poem's shape and music, bodied forth through intimate images—the turn in the stair, a snow globe, naked birch branches, a vase of flowers—and a propulsive syntax. From the clarity of childhood memory to the maze of marriage and divorce, from her own consciousness—shaping landscapes of New York, Cape Cod, and Rome, to the shifting tides of history and the troubled conscience of a nation, her subject matter encompasses all of a woman's life, with passion—its risks, satisfactions, and shattering immediacy—her first and truest subject.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPenguin Random House Audio Publishing Group
    Release dateAug 13, 2024
    ISBN9780593906873

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