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This new selection of Gwen Hardwood's work includes poems from The Present Tense, published shortly before her death in 1995, as well as poems not included in earlier editions of Selected Poems. Não foram encontradas descrições de bibliotecas. |
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This probably isn't a good introduction to Gwen HArwood's poetry. Even though she was in her mid 50s in 1975, it was early in her publishing career.
The book was in Angus & Robertson's 'Poetry Classics' series, and a lot of the poetry labours to live up to a kind of classic dignity. Many of the poems deal with the art and, especially, music, and there's often a sense that the Australian social world is at odds with creativity – not so much cultural cringe as anti-Philistine rage, and the formality of the verse is perhaps a defensive structure. Still, it feels like museum art.
Which makes 'Suburban Sonnet' and 'In the Park', both harsh observations on the toll taken on a woman's life by the social conditions of child-rearing, all the more breathtaking.
It was mainly poems towards the end of the book that I warmed to, that is, poems written closer to the mid-1970s publication: 'Iris', in which the Harwoods, '(husband and wife so long we have forgotten / all singularity)', sail for the first time in a boat they have built and the poet tacks and veers among questions of identity and meaning; 'At Mornington', which I guess is a love poem, certainly a defiance-of-death poem; 'David's Harp', a tale of lost young love; 'Barn Owl', which, well, it's just a good poem.