{"product_id":"9780226417592","title":"Last Lake","description":"From \u003ci\u003eRitual\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e A slow parade of old west enthusiasts,\u003cbr\u003e camp song and hymn, came in along the winding\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e way where rural declined to suburban, slow\u003cbr\u003e riders and wagoners passing a cow staked\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e to graze, some penned cattle looking vacantly\u003cbr\u003e up—not in vacant lots the ancient icons\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e of wealth they had been in odes, prayers and epics,\u003cbr\u003e in sacrifices and customs of bride-price\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e or dowry.  (It’s good people no longer make\u003cbr\u003e blood sacrifices, at gas stations and stores,\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e for example, and in the crunching gravel\u003cbr\u003e parking lots of small churches—oh but we do.)\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e “The evening forgives the alleyway,” Reginald Gibbons writes in his tenth book of poems—but such startling simplicities are overwhelmed in us by the everyday and the epochal. Across the great range of Gibbons’s emblematic, vividly presented scenes, his language looks hard at and into experience and feeling. Words themselves have ideas, and have eyes—inwardly looking down through their own meanings, as the poet considers a lake in the Canadian north, a Chicago neighborhood, a horse caravan in Texas, a church choir, a bookshelf, or an archeological dig on the steppes near the Volga River. The last lake is the place of both awe and elegy.","brand":"University of Chicago Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47080139522288,"sku":"9780226417592","price":18.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9780226417592_p0.jpg?v=1763674976","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9780226417592","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}