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The Book of Hours

"Marianne Boruch's work has the wonderful, commanding power of true attention." — The Washington Post

"[H]er patience, her willingness to wait for the film of familiarity to slip, allows her to see what is there with a jeweler's sense of facet and flaw." — Poetry magazine

Endearingly strange, unsentimental, and uniquely structured, in true Rilkean fashion The Book of Hours questions the meaning and significance of everything from the flaws of human interaction to perfect posture. Unrelenting honesty and exacting description are coupled with the trials of a dying mother, saint shadows, birds, and "shit drying to chalk."

My mother's body to wires, to tubes

and their liquid, days she turned toward me

or away, winter but so much sun

from car to door. I followed it past nurses

at their station talking movies, who's good

in one and not the other. Gown tied

at the back and neck, she slept beside

a window. I wedged my chair there, reading,

looking up, reading, — who knows what

I read — her legs bruised, thin, arms battered

by the doctor's needle. Her face. Can I

say this plainly now? There was light

as she grew less. She drifted to it.

I'm not hungry, not religious, I'm in a spot,

she told me one afternoon then

closed her eyes to that radiance again.

Marianne Boruch grew up in Chicago and earned a masters degree from the University of Massachusetts. She teaches at Purdue University and at Warren Wilson College. She lives in West Lafayette, Indiana.

  • Format
  • paperback
  • Pages
  • 110
  • Language
  • english
  • ISBN
  • 9781556593857
  • Genres
  • poetry
  • Release date
  • 2011