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A history of kindness, poems, Linda Hogan

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poetry

A history of kindness

Linda Hogan

poems

Linda Hogan explores new and old ways of experiencing the vagaries of the body and existing in harmony with earth's living beings in A History of Kindness. Throughout this clear-eyed collection, Hogan tenderly excavates how history instructs the present, and envisions a future alive with hope for a healthy ans sustainable world that now wavers between loss and survival.--Front cover flap

Book One: THE BODY OF LIFE. The red part. When the body. Bathing with tender care. About myself. Lost in the milky way. What we kept. Recuerdo. The feet and where they travel. Lies about the body. Down from the sky. Bone, looking at the pieta. If home is the body. The fingers, writing. Bones at the river. Creation. The maps. Skin. The pine forest calls me. Nativity. Embodied -- Book Two: OLD MOTHER. Eagle feather prayer. We have walked down past. Walking by stolen creek. Buffalo road : leaving South Dakota. Old mother. That stone from the river. The buffalo again. The names of creeks. The mountain between. A need for happiness. Outside my cabin. Old mother remembers. Memory. Watching over. We used to have pearls. Holly Springs, Mississippi. Distance not time -- Book Three: THE RADIANT FIELD. God of the prairies. One creation. Ceremony for the seeds. The radiant field. A history of kindness. Remember. Sweet silence. Honey, my friend. Sunshine. Some new marvel. Isn't it love. The writing of snow. The long clouds. War story: heard. Fences. Tulsa. All angels in the dark. Peeling an apple -- Book four: THE OTHER COUNTRY. A night in Turkey. The camel. In the great desert. Home on the island. Sky above a crumbling world. River singing -- Book Five: THE CURRENT VEINS. The kill. The bears eating. Burying the horse. Haunting. To be held. Arctic night, lights across the sky. Dear child. Absences. Water gods of the next world. Fawn. This morning. I saw them dancing. For the women. White deer, your direction I follow. Grace. Here is. The current veins of history