{"product_id":"9780809330317","title":"Smith Blue","description":"\u003cp\u003eIn \u003ci\u003eSmith Blue\u003c\/i\u003e, Camille T. Dungy offers a survival guide for the modern heart as she takes on twenty-first-century questions of love, loss, and nature. From a myriad of lenses, these poems examine the human capability for perseverance in the wake of heartbreak; the loss of beloved heroes and landscapes; and our determination in the face of everyday struggles. Dungy explores the dual nature of our presence on the planet, juxtaposing the devastation caused by human habitation with our own vulnerability to the capricious whims of our environment. In doing so, she reveals with fury and tenderness the countless ways in which we both create and are victims of catastrophe.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis searing collection delves into the most intimate transformations wrought by our ever-shifting personal, cultural, and physical terrains, each fraught with both disillusionment and hope. In the end, Dungy demonstrates how we are all intertwined, regardless of race or species, living and loving as best we are able in the shadows of both man-made and natural follies.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eFlight\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003eIt is the day after the leaves, when buckeyes, \u003cbr\u003elike a thousand thousand pendulums, clock trees, \u003cbr\u003eand squirrels, fat in their winter fur, chuckle hours, \u003cbr\u003echortle days.  It is the time for the parting of our ways. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003eYou slid into the summer of my sleeping, crept \u003cbr\u003einto my lonely hours, ate the music of my dreams. \u003cbr\u003eYou filled yourself with the treated sweet I offered, \u003cbr\u003ethen shut your rolling eyes and stole my sleep. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003eCame morning and me awake.  Came morning. \u003cbr\u003eAwake, I walked twelve miles to the six-gun shop. \u003cbr\u003eOn the way there I saw a bird-of-prayer all furled up by the river. \u003cbr\u003eI called to it.  It would not unfold.  On the way home I killed it. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003eIt is the time of the waking cold, when buckeyes, \u003cbr\u003elike a thousand thousand metronomes, tock time, \u003cbr\u003eand you, fat on my summer sleep, titter toward me, \u003cbr\u003ewalk away.  It is the time for the parting of our days.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Southern Illinois University Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47026510364912,"sku":"9780809330317","price":15.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9780809330317_p0.jpg?v=1763741564","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9780809330317","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}