{"product_id":"no-need-of-sympathy","title":"No Need of Sympathy","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eAny one poem in Fleda Brown’s eighth collection may touch on contemporary science, physics, family, politics, the nature of poetry, and the nature of reality. There are sonnets for all ten grandchildren written by a grandmother, poems about the Big Bang, child labor, the moon over Paris, and tent \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ecaterpillars, all written with humility, humor, curiosity, and a deep love of life.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e“\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWorms\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e”\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000;\"\u003eWorms can replace parts.\u003cbr\u003eThey can restart themselves\u003cbr\u003eif they\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003ere cute apart. And\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethe slime they leave behind\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003eglues the earth together.\u003cbr\u003eThey have no eyes.\u003cbr\u003eImagine scrunching alone\u003cbr\u003ethrough life, armless,\u003cbr\u003elegless, and blind\u003cbr\u003eyet so convinced \u003cbr\u003eof your usefulness that it\u003cbr\u003emakes some kind of sense.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePraise for \u003cem\u003eNo Need of Sympathy\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000;\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003eFleda Brown is a poet of transformation and attention. One reads her poems and finds oneself changed by the trajectory, the engagement... it is the magical navigation from one observation, one glimpse or inkling, to an explosion of understanding and impression that is and deserves to be Fleda Brown’s unique claim.”\u003cstrong\u003e—Laura Kasischke\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“If you agree with me that a poem can be as bountiful as a rich Victorian narrative, and as wise... then you’ll want to join me here in the \u003cspan\u003e‘\u003c\/span\u003eWow, I Like \u003cem\u003eNo Need of Sympathy\u003c\/em\u003e Club.\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003e Your membership fee is the same as your membership privileges: this book.”\u003cstrong\u003e—Albert Goldbarth \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAbout the Author\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000;\"\u003eFleda Brown is the author of \u003cem\u003eDriving With Dvorák\u003c\/em\u003e (University of Nebraska Press, 2010) and seven poetry collections, which have won a Pushcart Prize, the Felix Pollak Prize, the Philip Levine Prize, and have twice been a finalist for the National Poetry Series. Brown’s poems have appeared in such places as \u003cem\u003eKenyon Review, Southern Poetry Review,\u003c\/em\u003e and \u003cem\u003eAmerican Poetry Review\u003c\/em\u003e, and have been used as texts for prize-winning musical compositions performed at Eastman School of Music, Yale University, and by the Pittsburgh New Music Ensemble. Brown is professor emerita at the University of Delaware, and former poet laureate of Delaware. She now lives in Traverse City, Michigan.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch6\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/h6\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e© BOA Editions, Ltd. 2013\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":null,"offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":8420275397,"sku":"9781938160189","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/NO_NEED.jpg?v=1527683305","url":"https:\/\/shop.boaeditions.org\/products\/no-need-of-sympathy","provider":"Boa Editions","version":"1.0","type":"link"}