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24 April 2012

"Nostalgic"
Jar of feathers becoming,
finally, another map:
cloistered homage to a decade of geese
haunting the grid of our
steadfastness.
Un-find the coveted
ibis; kiss the scarlet of the robin's
blurred departure.
In the end, we were landmark,
compass, same as the lingered-over
pond, the marsh
where cattails remained when all else
left. Ragged in salt,
cloud-headed.
Paula Bohince's poems have appeared in The New Yorker, The Nation, and Poetry. She has received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Amy Clampitt Trust, and the Bread Loaf Writers' Conference, and an Amy Lowell Poetry Travelling Scholarship.
The New York Times
Paula Bohince looks back at nature’s enduring and defining cycles in her new collection, The Children, finally concluding In the end, we were landmark,/ compass.’”
Barbara Hoffert, Library Journal Pre-pub Alert
The plosive thrills and quietly mournful tenor of the finely-wrought poems in Paula Bohince’s The Children reward enormously upon first encounter, and only more so upon subsequent reads.... [A] masterful command of syntax and line.”
Virginia Konchan, The Rumpus
This is a poet whose work I want to keep reading.”
Rebecca Morgan Frank, Memorious
Aptly titled, The Children illuminates a kind of contemporary nostalgia, one the pursues an innocence found only in childhood without forsaking the beautiful complexities of aging and the natural evolution of the wildlife around us: Virus in my heart. Branches / salted with buds, soft- / eyed on a sill.”
Kelly Forsythe, The Los Angeles Review
These verses conjure rural southwest Pennsylvania as an exotic locale, swirled with pussy willow, milkweed, hornet nests of gray papier-mâché, velvet-antlered deer, mushrooms like men on horseback, flusters of quail flushed from briar. . . . We are drawn into an interior network that at its best sets off Plath-like, compressed-energy depth charges of imagery.”
Mike Schneider, Pittsburgh City Paper
Pussy Willow
The Animals
The Children
The Peacock
The Dogwood
The Hive
Mechanical Horse with Girl and Bees
Without Compare
Pinot Noir
Evening Walk
Snow Birds
Gethsemane
Mother's Quail
TWO
Hare in Snow
Milkweed
Evergreen
Man on Horseback
Gypsy Moths, or Beloved
Paper Dolls
Night Vision
Greylock
Robin's Egg
Green River Fugue
The Bracelet
Lenox Aubade
Everywhere I Went that Spring, I Was Alone
Nostalgic
Owl in Retrograde
THREE
Snowy River Visions
The Bedroom
April Blizzard
Baby Hazel
Flood
Imaginary Husband
Hornets' Nest
Clothesline
Wildwood Diptych
Entering the Ouse
Froth of the Tides and the Further Out
Silverfish
Yellow Leaves
Spring