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All Things Wild: Poems from the Appalachians
All Things Wild is a collection of poetry and photographs inspired by the author's background and experience growing up in the poverty of the rural Appalachians. The poems celebrate the beauty of the mountains through the eyes of someone who has survived and thrived despite the harsh reality of her life.
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July 13, 2016
I was a little iffy about how this book would turn out both because it didn't have any reviews on Goodreads and because the cover didn't have the kind of poetic design I'm used to, but I'm pleased to say this collect is perfect. Witherow so perfectly captures nature in its raw form and expresses it in this very simple, concise way.
I loved the intro, too. Usually I skip over them but I thought it wouldn't hurt, and here's a quote, as she talks about staying wild and what that means: "Whenever you fail to become breathless at the sight of a sky full of clouds playing tag with the wind you have lost that wildness." The intro itself ignites an interest for the book and is beautiful just on its own.
And the book, I'm pleased to say, lives up to the introduction. There were a few haikus, especially, that caught my eye. The first one goes, "cay o nine tails burst / coloring the ground with white / snowshoes are useless," and the other was "mushroom umbrellas / tip their caps to everyone / dancing in the rain." There was also a longer poem I loved about little fairies using mushroom caps as spongy seats. It was truly an experience.
But this little poetry book of 55 pages goes beyond just nature, which kind of surprised me. It also talks about what it's like to be poor in Appalachia and what it means to be wild in a civilized world. Book Marked, The Medicine Man, and Genetics were three great poems belonging to that section, but all are too long to list here.
If you have a chance to read this book, pick it up. I'm definitely going to be huntong down more of Witherow's work in the near future.
I loved the intro, too. Usually I skip over them but I thought it wouldn't hurt, and here's a quote, as she talks about staying wild and what that means: "Whenever you fail to become breathless at the sight of a sky full of clouds playing tag with the wind you have lost that wildness." The intro itself ignites an interest for the book and is beautiful just on its own.
And the book, I'm pleased to say, lives up to the introduction. There were a few haikus, especially, that caught my eye. The first one goes, "cay o nine tails burst / coloring the ground with white / snowshoes are useless," and the other was "mushroom umbrellas / tip their caps to everyone / dancing in the rain." There was also a longer poem I loved about little fairies using mushroom caps as spongy seats. It was truly an experience.
But this little poetry book of 55 pages goes beyond just nature, which kind of surprised me. It also talks about what it's like to be poor in Appalachia and what it means to be wild in a civilized world. Book Marked, The Medicine Man, and Genetics were three great poems belonging to that section, but all are too long to list here.
If you have a chance to read this book, pick it up. I'm definitely going to be huntong down more of Witherow's work in the near future.
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