{"product_id":"9781587298080","title":"A Point Is That Which Has No Part","description":"Liz Waldner's bold new collection takes its title and its inspiration from Definition 1 of Euclid's \u003ci\u003eElements of Geometry.\u003c\/i\u003e Its six sections—point, line, circle, square, triangle, and point again—are explorations of various kinds of longing and loss—sex, death, exile, story, love, and time. Drawing from culture high and low—Eno and Aquinas, Lassie and Donne, Silicon Valley and Walden Pond—these poems offer proof of and proof against the “mortal right-lined circle” of memory and identity.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e The innocence and Keatsian beauty of Euclid's geometry become poignant from a perspective that encompasses all that is non-Euclidean as well as space, time, and the theory of matter. With rare wit and linguistic daring, Waldner opens resonant channels of communication that show there is indeed more than meets the eye—or the mind—in her poems.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eHand to Mouth (Twist and Shout)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Cold comes slow up out\u003cbr\u003e of the darkness among the leaves\u003cbr\u003e that smell so good when bruised\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Do you, too, recognize me\u003cbr\u003e god so soon?\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eHer First Reckoning\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Pour wine into vessels the violet of woods,\u003cbr\u003e wine of the reddening stars.\u003cbr\u003e You are god, you can do it.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Your lover calls you St. John the Conqueror.\u003cbr\u003e I have heard her.\u003cbr\u003e This is the name of a root.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Asperge the thousands and thousands of rooms\u003cbr\u003e in which photosynthesis promises sun\u003cbr\u003e to the acolyte cells. Rain yourself on a leaf.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Birch. The bark is malleable as mushroom flesh.\u003cbr\u003e Show that you know me. Scratch out my name\u003cbr\u003e with this tree. My name of trees.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e On the day I arrive at the door of my death,\u003cbr\u003e myself now hard to tell\u003cbr\u003e from the trees that had hid it from me,\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e I will demand that you love me.\u003cbr\u003e You made me like this.\u003cbr\u003e Why did you make me like this?\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eTransitive, Intransitive: Extemporary Measures\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Two crows above the marsh: sew.\u003cbr\u003e Stitch the seventeen sleek shades of blue\u003cbr\u003e to the shadow-patterned greens below.\u003cbr\u003e See fit to make me a suitable view who\u003cbr\u003e having nowhere to else to go\u003cbr\u003e might as well wear this world well.\u003cbr\u003e Llama necks periscope the view:\u003cbr\u003e yonder, across the water, you\u003cbr\u003e testing the air now a crow\u003cbr\u003e chases a redwing blackbird through.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e What can I show you who sees\u003cbr\u003e I don't believe? For now,\u003cbr\u003e what the eye of the needle sees:\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003ethrough through through:\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e clouds, birds, me, trees;\u003cbr\u003e soon: \u003ci\u003ein, out, with, to;\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e something moving, something moved:\u003cbr\u003e a stitch in time's an avenue,\u003cbr\u003e future's sutures' revenue—\u003cbr\u003e “the shining hour” improved.","brand":"University of Iowa Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47147156013296,"sku":"9781587298080","price":19.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781587298080_p0.jpg?v=1763807724","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781587298080","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}