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Ivory Cradle is the winner of the third annual American Poetry Review /Honickman First Book Prize, as chosen by poet Robert Creeley. In his introduction, Creeley writes, now and again one comes upon a story so quietly and articulately told that it stays in mind long after, echoing, recasting the usual frames of reference and order, making whatever it is the world had been thought to be, quite changed and even, again, unknown. Ivory Cradle is such a story as it charts a personal journey through questions of faith and history, with its anger redeemed by passion and the transformative power of art.

from Morning in Florence

I was out the door and halfway to the elevator
When he threatened to throw
my clothes into the lobby. With the baby to think of
I had to know when to stay or go

So I headed out alone into the consoling brown light
Off the river, feeling the child
Swimming carefully inside me as I walked to see
Fra Angelico''

Ivory Cradle

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      Publisher: The American Poetry Review
      Publication Date: 11/16/2000 12:00:00 AM
      ISBN13: 9780966339567, 978-0966339567
      ISBN10: 0966339568

      Description

      Book Synopsis
      Ivory Cradle is the winner of the third annual American Poetry Review /Honickman First Book Prize, as chosen by poet Robert Creeley. In his introduction, Creeley writes, now and again one comes upon a story so quietly and articulately told that it stays in mind long after, echoing, recasting the usual frames of reference and order, making whatever it is the world had been thought to be, quite changed and even, again, unknown. Ivory Cradle is such a story as it charts a personal journey through questions of faith and history, with its anger redeemed by passion and the transformative power of art.

      from Morning in Florence

      I was out the door and halfway to the elevator
      When he threatened to throw
      my clothes into the lobby. With the baby to think of
      I had to know when to stay or go

      So I headed out alone into the consoling brown light
      Off the river, feeling the child
      Swimming carefully inside me as I walked to see
      Fra Angelico''

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