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Angel Fire

Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press, 1973
62 Pages


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Epigraph

. . . Ours is the universe of the unfolded rose,
The explicit
The candid revelation.

—D. H. Lawrence


Contents

PART I. Lovers' Bodies


Lover's Bodies
The Small Still Voice Behind the Great Romances
Contrary Motions
At This Moment
Where the Wind Went Crazy
Dancer
At Our Fingers' Tips There Are Small Faces
A Woman's Song
Structures
Hate
Insomnia
Bloodstains
Unpronouncing of Names
Several Embraces
Making an End
Where the Shadow is Darkest

PART II. Domestic Miracles
Domestic Miracles
Our Common Past
A Young Wife
A City Graveyard
A Secular Morning
Leaving the Mountains
Mile-High Monday
Angel Fire

PART III. Revelations
Firing a Field
A Midwestern Song
Children Not Kept at Home
What We Fear From Dreams & Waking
Acceleration Near the Point of Impact
Family
How I Became Fiction
Things Happen to Us
The Nightmare
Entering the Desert
Mouth
The Secret Sweetness of Nightmares
Becoming Garbage
Prophecies
Southern Swamp
Elegy of the Letter "I"
City of Locks
Revelations in Small Sunbaked Squares
Iris Into Eye


Dust-Jacket Blurb

In this third volume of poetry, Joyce Carol Oates offers her readers another experience of her uniquely personal—and therefore universal—vision. The poems vary in subject from nightmares and city graveyards to "domestic miracles" and the family, but each of them is controlled by a sense of human struggle.

But Angel Fire is not merely a collection of poems. In terms of emotional and then mystical experience, it is a kind of lyric novella, in which poems are arranged to dramatize the evolution of a mind. Thus, the "struggle" gives way to the vision that there is no real struggle, only confused perception, and the concluding poems become revelations.


Excerpt

The Nightmare

She wakes from the pillow
body hammering to the hovering
above her
the withheld beating of wings

don't move

it is a whisper
she can't quite hear
she goes rigid with its certainty
a child's fatal sense
of proportion
don't move

a careless move will unhinge
the universe

in a network of nerves like wires
she lies rigid waiting
for the presence to withdraw
for the withdrawal of the vibrating
of dim sacred words passing
the noise of terror passing
the amorous wings fading
to daylight


Reviews

Library Journal, December 1, 1972, p3936
Publishers Weekly, February 19, 1973, p78
New York Times Book Review, April 1, 1973, p7-8
Best Sellers, May 15, 1973, p82-83
Choice, June 1973, p622
Parnassus, Fall-Winter 1973, p133-138
Hudson Review, Winter 1973-74, p726-727
America, February 2, 1974, p78


Revised Fri, Oct 30, 1998

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