Singing from the Deep End
Autor Rebecca Hart Olanderen Limba Engleză Paperback – 3 feb 2026
Rebecca Hart Olander’s second poetry collection, Singing from the Deep End, chronicles coming of age in the '70s and '80s with a single mother, girlhood friends, the death of a dearest friend, and the poet’s own dive into motherhood. Rooted in the rocky coastline of Gloucester, Massachusetts, these poems thrum with music, mirrors, granite quarries, the Atlantic, potholder looms, feathered hair, and repurposed garments. Singing from the Deep End navigates how our ever-changing bodies can betray us and be betrayed, treading through layered griefs and surfacing into joy and reclamation. Anchored in the lives of women, this poetic mixtape is a love song to mothers, children, girlhood, and friendship.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781960327178
ISBN-10: 1960327178
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 13 mm
Greutate: 0.2 kg
Editura: CavanKerry Press
Colecția CavanKerry Press
ISBN-10: 1960327178
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 13 mm
Greutate: 0.2 kg
Editura: CavanKerry Press
Colecția CavanKerry Press
Notă biografică
Rebecca Hart Olander is the author of Dressing the Wounds, Uncertain Acrobats, and Singing from the Deep End. She has taught poetry at Amherst College, Smith College, Westfield State University, and through graduate and community writing programs. She is the editor and director of Perugia Press, a nonprofit feminist press publishing first and second full-length books of poetry by women.
Cuprins
Cape Ann
I.
Riding Lessons
Book of Changes
Attachment
The Mirror Building
Turtle
This Bird Has Flown
Origin
Girls. I Knew. I Was.
What Heidi Knew
The Early Intimacy of Gwen and Me
Three Lies and a Truth
Unearthing and Burying My Old Friend Jennifer with a Golden Shovel
On Learning to Say No
Alita Darcy
Balance Beam
Fifteen
Ode to a Girlhood Bedroom
One Reason I Become an English Teacher
Wrecked, Off Pavilion Beach
Gloucester Music
Brackett’s Quarry
To the One Who Braved the Snake to Keep Me Safe
II. The Jerica Poems
Swim Lessons
Mass on the Mammogram
After Her Diagnosis, I Think of Italy
On the Carrer de Mallorca in Spain One Long-Ago Winter
Besieged Castle
My Toddler Godson in the Yard in May
Winter Trees
First Party After His Mother Died
Pandemic Mammogram
Maid of Honor
The Last
As Bees
Anniversary
Grief
Wildwood Cemetery
Declaration
III.
Carrying Lessons
Old Pelham Road
Hurricane Necklace
The Conception of Immaculate
Thinking About Why Sylvia Didn’t Tell the Hunter About the Nest
Writing in the Car While the Teens Battle on Game Night
To My Daughter, Departing for Indonesia
Malum
On Mothering, Mortality, and the Wankel T. rex
Offspring
Inheritance
Human Hours
Concerning the Marble on My Mother’s Kidney
First Day in Iceland with My Mother and Daughter
My Decidua
Beavers Never Want to Live a Different Life
The Mousetrap
Considering Delores
Dóttir
Telling the Bees
Notes
Acknowledgments
I.
Riding Lessons
Book of Changes
Attachment
The Mirror Building
Turtle
This Bird Has Flown
Origin
Girls. I Knew. I Was.
What Heidi Knew
The Early Intimacy of Gwen and Me
Three Lies and a Truth
Unearthing and Burying My Old Friend Jennifer with a Golden Shovel
On Learning to Say No
Alita Darcy
Balance Beam
Fifteen
Ode to a Girlhood Bedroom
One Reason I Become an English Teacher
Wrecked, Off Pavilion Beach
Gloucester Music
Brackett’s Quarry
To the One Who Braved the Snake to Keep Me Safe
II. The Jerica Poems
Swim Lessons
Mass on the Mammogram
After Her Diagnosis, I Think of Italy
On the Carrer de Mallorca in Spain One Long-Ago Winter
Besieged Castle
My Toddler Godson in the Yard in May
Winter Trees
First Party After His Mother Died
Pandemic Mammogram
Maid of Honor
The Last
As Bees
Anniversary
Grief
Wildwood Cemetery
Declaration
III.
Carrying Lessons
Old Pelham Road
Hurricane Necklace
The Conception of Immaculate
Thinking About Why Sylvia Didn’t Tell the Hunter About the Nest
Writing in the Car While the Teens Battle on Game Night
To My Daughter, Departing for Indonesia
Malum
On Mothering, Mortality, and the Wankel T. rex
Offspring
Inheritance
Human Hours
Concerning the Marble on My Mother’s Kidney
First Day in Iceland with My Mother and Daughter
My Decidua
Beavers Never Want to Live a Different Life
The Mousetrap
Considering Delores
Dóttir
Telling the Bees
Notes
Acknowledgments
Recenzii
Singing from the Deep End is an exploration of girlhood, womanhood, and motherhood, with all the attendant splendors and perils. Deeply rooted in the geography of Massachusetts, Olander’s poems seek to enact the very process of becoming, a process that is both mysterious and inexorable. “How could I pin anything / to a page, when to be alive [is] an exercise in being lost?” the poet wonders. However, with tender description and memorable music, the spirit of delight prevails, keeping poet and poems aloft. “How / gorgeous and glowing it is to be human,” she declares. Through the many transitions that shape a woman’s life, Olander has “learned the alchemy / of mothers, turning base metals into gold.”
Rebecca Olander’s Singing from the Deep End is a series of love letters penned with a sense of what’s at stake when we confess to the power others have over our hearts, that organ Olander describes as a “bucket on a rope I lower in secret.” Because Olander knows that loving—which is the simultaneous expression of need and wonder—can be rewarded with pain, these poems brim with not only the ocean’s heaving salt but the salt of forgiveness, too. If Olander’s childhood taught her to be a liar, as she conjectures in one poem, I don’t want her to stop telling me these tender, brilliant lies dressed as they are in the finery of indelible truth.
Rebecca Hart Olander makes me cry. Every. Damn. Time. Divided into three parts of equal emotional weight, this achingly beautiful book traverses a girlhood with an awe-inspiring monarch of a mother; the grace and grief of a lifelong friendship curtailed by illness; and finally, a turn to mothering one’s own children. Through it all, there is “Something about luck holding, / like a patch on a worn sleeve, a plug in a leaky boat.” How quickly Olander takes me from being captivated by the craft to becoming completely choked up by the sheer humanity. I love this book.
Rebecca Olander’s Singing from the Deep End is a series of love letters penned with a sense of what’s at stake when we confess to the power others have over our hearts, that organ Olander describes as a “bucket on a rope I lower in secret.” Because Olander knows that loving—which is the simultaneous expression of need and wonder—can be rewarded with pain, these poems brim with not only the ocean’s heaving salt but the salt of forgiveness, too. If Olander’s childhood taught her to be a liar, as she conjectures in one poem, I don’t want her to stop telling me these tender, brilliant lies dressed as they are in the finery of indelible truth.
Rebecca Hart Olander makes me cry. Every. Damn. Time. Divided into three parts of equal emotional weight, this achingly beautiful book traverses a girlhood with an awe-inspiring monarch of a mother; the grace and grief of a lifelong friendship curtailed by illness; and finally, a turn to mothering one’s own children. Through it all, there is “Something about luck holding, / like a patch on a worn sleeve, a plug in a leaky boat.” How quickly Olander takes me from being captivated by the craft to becoming completely choked up by the sheer humanity. I love this book.