Although a few of these poems deal with primarily urban phenomena (pigeons, roofscapes) many are city properties by...

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I THOUGHT I HEARD THE CITY

Although a few of these poems deal with primarily urban phenomena (pigeons, roofscapes) many are city properties by association (window shopping, a construction site) and just as many belong to no particular setting (rain pools, forsythia). The poems themselves are pleasant to the ear and frequently to the mind's eye and contain some fresh and simple ideas which younger readers can handle: ""you really do not see/ a tree/ until you see/ its bones"" or ""from my window/ I can see/ how roofs/ design a sky."" The seamier sides of city life are absent, although the attitudes are emotionally selective rather than ultra-sanitary (e.g., the silence after a snowfall, not the slush). Most are no more than a page and each is accompanied by a multi-colored collage of lesser distinction. Lightweight but not lacklustre.

Pub Date: Sept. 9, 1969

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Atheneum

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 1969

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