{"id":191,"date":"2008-07-06T20:37:46","date_gmt":"2008-07-07T00:37:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lettersandsodas.com\/books\/?p=191"},"modified":"2008-07-06T20:37:46","modified_gmt":"2008-07-07T00:37:46","slug":"in-praise-of-the-unfinished-selected-poems-by-julia-hartwigtranslated-by-john-and-bogdana-carpenterknopf-2008","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/in-praise-of-the-unfinished-selected-poems-by-julia-hartwigtranslated-by-john-and-bogdana-carpenterknopf-2008\/","title":{"rendered":"In Praise of the Unfinished: Selected Poems by Julia Hartwigtranslated by John and Bogdana CarpenterKnopf, 2008"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>What I like about these poems are the moments of clear calm in them, like this line from the first poem, &#8220;Fortune-Telling from the Seabed&#8221;: &#8220;Transparent water reveals the clear constellations of pebbles resting on the bottom&#8221; (p 3), or &#8220;That August night it poured stars like glass&#8221; (p 20). Large parts of this collection didn&#8217;t quite resonate: too much melancholy, too much rhapsodizing? The poems about art are the ones I like best: &#8220;Translating American Poets,&#8221; with the first line, &#8220;They might not care for such a change of place\u2014&#8221; (p 15), or &#8220;The Transfer of Power,&#8221; with its idea of &#8220;the land of sweet France taken into art&#8217;s loving captivity,&#8221; trees caught in paintings by Corot, Sisley, and others (p 21), or <a href=\"http:\/\/poetshouse.blogspot.com\/2006\/04\/julia-hartwig.html\">Old Fashions<\/a>, about the art (and craft) of writing itself, or &#8220;A Thank-You Note,&#8221; about Vivaldi (p 122).  Also pleasing: &#8220;An Attempt,&#8221; which is set in the garden for the blind at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.randomhouse.com\/knopf\/enewsletter\/Poetry08\/09_hartwig.html\">&#8220;Tell Me Why This Hurry&#8221;<\/a>, with its litany of flowers. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What I like about these poems are the moments of clear calm in them, like this line from the first poem, &#8220;Fortune-Telling from the Seabed&#8221;: &#8220;Transparent water reveals the clear constellations of pebbles resting on the bottom&#8221; (p 3), or &#8220;That August night it poured stars like glass&#8221; (p 20). Large parts of this collection [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-191","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/191","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=191"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/191\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=191"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=191"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=191"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}