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    Wound Is The Origin Of Wonder (popa) Pb

    £10.99
    A major new young US poet joins the Picador Poetry imprint.
    ISBN: 9781035017386
    AuthorPopa, Maya C.
    PublisherNamePan Macmillan
    Pub Date08/06/2023
    BindingPaperback
    Pages96
    Availability: Temporarily Out of Stock

    I can't undo all I have done to myself,
    what I have let an appetite for love do to me.

    I have wanted all the world, its beauties
    and its injuries; some days,
    I think that is punishment enough.


    Wound is the Origin of Wonder introduces UK readers to the work of a rapidly rising star in American poetry. Maya C. Popa is a naturally gifted poet, lucidly engaged with the most profound questions we face in our collective responsibilities and our relations with each other. She writes with love and wonder of a world poised at a perilous moment: "My children, will they exist by the time / it's irreversible?" she asks. "Will they live / astonished at the thought of ice / not pulled from the mouth of a machine?" Popa takes seriously the poet's duty to pay attention, to seek what Seamus Heaney called "the images... adequate to our predicament". To read her poems is to pause again and again at the precision of imagery, breadth of ideas, and the warmth and generousness of her lyric voice.

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    I can't undo all I have done to myself,
    what I have let an appetite for love do to me.

    I have wanted all the world, its beauties
    and its injuries; some days,
    I think that is punishment enough.


    Wound is the Origin of Wonder introduces UK readers to the work of a rapidly rising star in American poetry. Maya C. Popa is a naturally gifted poet, lucidly engaged with the most profound questions we face in our collective responsibilities and our relations with each other. She writes with love and wonder of a world poised at a perilous moment: "My children, will they exist by the time / it's irreversible?" she asks. "Will they live / astonished at the thought of ice / not pulled from the mouth of a machine?" Popa takes seriously the poet's duty to pay attention, to seek what Seamus Heaney called "the images... adequate to our predicament". To read her poems is to pause again and again at the precision of imagery, breadth of ideas, and the warmth and generousness of her lyric voice.