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The poems in this collection reflect Gregg Valenzuela's passion for the history, rural culture, land and the people of Virginia's Tidewater and Northern Neck. Like his poetry, this singular place reveals a multitude of layers, textures, moods, as well as a rare and unforgettable beauty.
Over twenty years ago my mother, Bonnie Ashworth, passed along to me an old, worn ledger book. The book contained poetry written over one hundred and fifty years ago by her great-great-grandfather and passed down to her by her Grandmother, Caroline Billingham Bentz (Grandpa MurphyÕs granddaughter). The family possessed several pictures of the author, but no one in the clan could remember precisely who this lyrical ancestor was. He was known to the family as simply ÒGrandpa Murphy.Ó The acquisition of this family heirloom marked the beginning of my long search for the identity of the mysterious Grandpa Murphy, and my family history in general; a search that would ultimately lead me to a small historical society basement on the Northern Neck of Virginia where many of my questions began to be answered.
Profound spaces-places, moments, and people-mold the spirit of every person. Jaren Hailey was shaped by the memories of her mother's family, born on her grandparents' farm in Northern Neck Virginia, Lancaster County, in the town of Kilmarnock. The love and lessons learned in these profound spaces of her life shaped her poetry and gave this volume its name.Corn stalks, a dog's fleas, well water, Capt'in Luther Doggett White, red clover tea, a southern field hand, and the magnificent Northern Neck Virginia Queen-Jaren takes the reader to the essence of each, capturing its sorrow, its joy, or its humor.
In her fourth full-length book, White Blood: A Lyric of Virginia, Kiki Petrosino turns her gaze to Virginia, where she digs into her genealogical and intellectual roots, while contemplating the knotty legacies of slavery and discrimination in the Upper South. From a stunning double crown sonnet, to erasure poetry contained within DNA testing results, the poems in this collection are as wide-ranging in form as they are bountiful in wordplay and truth. In her poem 'The Shop at Monticello,' she writes: 'I’m a black body in this Commonwealth, which turned black bodies/ into money. Now, I have money to spend on little trinkets to remind me/ of this fact. I’m a money machine & my body constitutes the common wealth.' Speaking to history, loss, and injustice with wisdom, innovation, and a scientific determination to find the poetic truth, White Blood plants Petrosino’s name ever more firmly in the contemporary canon.
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As stated in Brions introduction, these poems were written and intended as a testimonial of one mans life for his children and grandchildren. The poems grew into something bigger; seeing the importance for as Gods words states in II, Timothy 3:16-17 all scripture is given by inspiration of God and is profitable for doctrine, for re-proof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness that the man of God may be perfect thoroughly furnished unto all good works. Brion thanks his God for the inspiration he has given him on several of these poems. He thanks his daughters as workers and inspiration also. It has never been his intention to hurt anyone with his writings. If so, get over it and change your life as well. The last poem of this book is Brions letter to any addict struggling to overcome a hard addictive behavior. Get and seek the help you need. Believe in the true God and please dont victimize your family. Brion hopes these readings have been enjoyable and inspirational, but most of all, this is and was his testimonial throughout time for his children and grandchildren of who their father and grandfather was.
Excerpt from The Army Songster: Dedicated to the Army of Northern Virginia The Army Songster. Liberty. Song and Chorus - Air from Puritani. Composed by Capt. Sutherlan, of Lynchburg, Va., of the 11th Va. Regiment, after the first battle of Manassas. Awake! arise my warriors, Liberty, your mother calls to you, Tyranny comes with accursed chains, Grasp firm each vengeful weapon true. There's truth in the flash of your naked steel, Now when the Tyrant plants his heel Upon your sacred mother's breast. And robs her sons of rest. Chokus. Awake! arise my warriors. And midst the battle's nery breath, Shout your war-cry as you strike, Liberty! Liberty or Death. On glorious Manassas' sunlit plain, Down came the Tyrant with a boast - Down came he to the feast of Death, Where now is all his mighty host? Go count the skulls upon the ground Where hungry ravens pick their food, And the parched earth did drink that day, And quench her thirst with blood. Chorus - Awake! &c. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
The Pulitzer Prize-winning poet moves back and forth over several centuries telling the stories of the rural corner of northern Virginia that used to be his home.
One of Australia's best poets conjures the Australian countryside in this brilliant epic, inspired by Philip Sidney's classic pastoral "Arcadia." “Astonishingly fecund and inventive. The New Arcadia revitalizes pastoral traditions, but more in the mode of lamentation than celebration. Like Frost’s New Hampshire and Vermont, Kinsella’s Western Australia is eroded, a last act salted with the ruins of our age, and yet yielding permanent poems.”—Harold Bloom