{"product_id":"all-souls-poems-9781472158741","title":"All Souls: Poems","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cblockquote\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eAll Souls, a posthumous collection by Saskia Hamilton, was named a finalist for the NBCC Award for Poetry 2023 and a book of the year by The Spectator, Time Magazine, and Publisher's Weekly. The collection explores themes of compassion, fear, hope, and mortality, using precise language to capture the essence of everyday life. Hamilton's poems offer a unique perspective on the human experience, acknowledging the universal wound of existence and offering moments of tenderness and courage in the face of adversity. \u003c\/blockquote\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eFormat\u003c\/strong\u003e: Paperback \/ softback\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLength\u003c\/strong\u003e: 96 pages\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePublication date\u003c\/strong\u003e: 05 October 2023\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePublisher\u003c\/strong\u003e: Little, Brown Book Group\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA TLS , SPECTATOR  AND  TIME  MAGAZINE BOOK OF THE YEAR 2023    FINALIST FOR THE NBCC AWARD FOR POETRY 2023     Celebrating the incredible moral clarity,beauty,fearlessness and power of the spirit of Saskia Hamilton - and of her poetry  Jorie Graham     Full of delicate and muscular truths and graced with rare intelligence,this posthumous volume offers the gifts of a uniquely sensitive mind   Publisher s Weekly  (starred review)     To read Saskia Hamilton s opening poem in her forthcoming collection, All Souls ,is to move through time in acts of seeing and of noting what is seen . . . For now,the day seems to say,Let the ordinary amaze,it s the grace we hold . . . Hamilton rests her sights on what can be apprehended from a bed,sofa,chair,or window,and named in the quotidian. These small recognitions ensure a life s weightiness,wariness,worthiness  Claudia Rankine   Who becomes familiar with mortal illness for very long. I was a stranger,\u0026amp;c. Not everyone appreciates it,no one finds being the third person becoming,it s never accurate, and then one is headed for the past tense.  Futurity that was once a lark,a gamble, a chance messenger,traffic and trade,under sail.  The boy touches your arm in his sleep for ballast. It s warm in the hold. Between ship and sky,the bounds of sight alone,sphere so bounded.  -from  All Souls   In  All Souls ,Saskia Hamilton transforms compassion,fear,expectation,and memory into art of the highest order. Judgment is suspended as the poems and lyric fragments make an inventory of truths that carry us through night s reckoning with mortal hope into daylight. But even daylight - with its escapements and unbreakable numbers, restless,\/ irregular light and shadow,awakened  - can t appease the crisis of survival at the heart of this.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA TLS, SPECTATOR, and TIME MAGAZINE BOOK OF THE YEAR 2023, Finalist for the NBCC Award for Poetry 2023, Celebrating the incredible moral clarity, beauty, fearlessness, and power of the spirit of Saskia Hamilton - and of her poetry. Jorie Graham. Full of delicate and muscular truths and graced with rare intelligence, this posthumous volume offers the gifts of a uniquely sensitive mind. Publisher's Weekly (starred review). To read Saskia Hamilton's opening poem in her forthcoming collection, All Souls, is to move through time in acts of seeing and of noting what is seen. . . . For now, the day seems to say, Let the ordinary amaze, it's the grace we hold. . . . Hamilton rests her sights on what can be apprehended from a bed, sofa, chair, or window, and named in the quotidian. These small recognitions ensure a life's weightiness, wariness, worthiness. Claudia Rankine. Who becomes familiar with mortal illness for very long. I was a stranger, \u0026amp;c. Not everyone appreciates it, no one finds being the third person becoming, it's never accurate, and then one is headed for the past tense. Futurity that was once a lark, a gamble, a chance messenger, traffic and trade, under sail. The boy touches your arm in his sleep for ballast. It's warm in the hold. Between ship and sky, the bounds of sight alone, sphere so bounded.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWeight\u003c\/strong\u003e: 162g\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eDimension\u003c\/strong\u003e: 153 x 233 x 11 (mm)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN-13\u003c\/strong\u003e: 9781472158741\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Saskia Hamilton","offers":[{"title":"Paperback \/ softback","offer_id":44614386286842,"sku":"9781472158741","price":7.84,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0522\/4297\/2845\/products\/1696611467716_book.jpg?v=1696766986","url":"https:\/\/shulphink.com\/products\/all-souls-poems-9781472158741","provider":"Shulph Ink","version":"1.0","type":"link"}