Bringing Together: Uncollected Early Poems 1958-1989

By Maxine Kumin

"The energy that Kumin attracts from and brings to literature is powerful and doubtless inexhaustible."―Booklist

amassed right here for the 1st time, those early poems inhabit Kumin's personal "sneakstorm time," an area one step to the part, the place quiet introspection examines the soreness of loss, the idealism of stripling, and the patience of the wildlife. Her attribute earthy knowledge snaps with depth, delivering a fresh point of view on daily reviews. "New England farm existence, sleek American heritage, Jewish id and a quietly vivid feminist attention supply topics for this amassing from an extended and special career."―Publishers Weekly.

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