{"id":10327,"date":"2017-05-26T13:56:11","date_gmt":"2017-05-26T17:56:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/?page_id=10327"},"modified":"2023-03-29T10:46:26","modified_gmt":"2023-03-29T14:46:26","slug":"dear-all","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/fourwaybooks.com\/site\/dear-all\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear All,"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Dear All,<\/em><\/h1>\n

Maggie Anderson<\/h2>\n

\u201cMy friends, I send you this letter from the landscape of our years together \/ You must not wonder if I think of you still — \/ I have remained steadfast here \/ I have remembered you wholly into this day\u201d writes poet Maggie Anderson in the title poem from her most recent collection Dear All,<\/em> a poetic letter to the lost of her own life and generation and to the lives of the larger world in these days of endless war. Wry, canny, and sometimes surreal, this is the singular and mature work of a poet who, from her earliest poems, has been engaged in the vital work of remembering and retrieval. As she says in \u201cFear of Farms\u201d, \u201cWho else would plough this land? \/ Who, if not I, will do all this?\u201d It is a book of moral urgency that eradicates the differences between private and public lives as it uncovers memory\u2019s distortions and inaccuracies. Intellectually alert and emotionally honest, Maggie Anderson negotiates the perceptions and self-deceptions we live with and, through both humor and surprise, finds a way to bear them.<\/p>\n

“How the Brain Works,\u201d from Dear All,<\/em>:<\/p>\n

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Like a peony. Full white blossoms,
\nheavy and damp with the scurrying
\nof insects. From this comes language:
\nMorning sun. Afternoon shower. This, that.<\/em>
\nIt gathers to fit in open palms, heart shape
\nthat wants to carry one flower as far
\nas it has to, as fast as it\u2019s able, to the dark
\noak table, the red cut-glass bowl.
\nThe ants will drop and crawl to the windowsill.
\nSoft petals will brown and slime,
\nfall down to re-enter the earth.
\nAnd the brain says, happy<\/em>.
\nThe brain says, do over, do over<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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