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    Glad and Sorry Seasons

    By Catherine Chandler

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    The second full-length collection from sonneteer and formalist poet Catherine Chandler, Glad and Sorry Seasons brings together new suites of poemson grief, recovery, the deadly sins, and the virtues of faith, hope, and loveto meditate on those polarities of light and dark, joy and sorrow, that illuminate and cloud our lives by turn. With subjects ranging from Alzheimer’s to Edward Hopper’s Automat, in handsomely crafted stanzas and metres, and including translations from Québecois and Latin American poets, Glad and Sorry Seasons is a stunning and learned offering from a poet unmistakably committed to form.

    Waiting

    For the man in the Intensive Care Unit waiting room,
    Hôpital Notre-Dame, Montréal, June 2012

    Some nights I’ve seen
    a slice of silver slink across this room
    I now call home,
    above my makeshift beda rickety chair
    beside the snack machine.
    Close by, the elevators whirr and beep.
    I cannot, dare not, drift asleep,
    let down my guard,
    inviting shoulder taps, a whispered Sir,
    or dreams of her
    once-vivid eyes that stare & stare & stare,
    dull, distant, hard.
    Thus I will will her through another day.
    Make crazy compromises. Pray.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBiblioasis
    Release dateMar 24, 2014
    ISBN9781927428627
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