Reseña del libro "At Home With Disquiet (en Inglés)"
At Home with Disquiet takes us on a woman's progress through childhood, early womanhood, marriage, childbirth, divorce, death, new love. Raw, tender, always unsparing, Wilson gives us a mother growing even as her children grow, revealing to her more of the world, dissipating the violence of the self. Total easement is not granted--just, perhaps, a gentler reckoning with existence. "Compelling, urgent, lean, Erin Wilson's poems read as though Emily Dickinson's secret love child ran off to Canada and mated with a wolf." -- Roger Mitchell, The Hamilton Stone"At last, a voice at home with music. A voice that understands rhetoric, simplicity, complexity. Erin Wilson's collection has the range that a dynamic assortment of poems demands in this era. At Home With Disquiet flows like a northern river through the woods and the canyons and homes along the riverbank, its poems like stories, its poems like chants. This is one of the most powerful gathering of poems I've read in years. She has the whisper, the dragon voice, only time can understand. Our study is to understand that a new voice has strode across the field, and made its place. Disquiet is solid, mysterious, yet clear as it unfolds in the meadow of her life with children and lover floating past." -- Brian Brett, author of The Colour of Bones in a Stream, To Your Scattered Bodies Go (2011 CBC poetry prize) and Uproar's Your Only Music (Globe & Mail Book of the Year)"This is a book of dualities, of not only odes but laments, for the hand that generously gives is also the hand that harrows. Farm life and its surrounding wilderness stun with the '[s]tippled fringe of conifer and a crosshatch of white birch' yet also with the cow, succumbed, stuck to a southbound fence in a winter storm, one eye 'a perfect pond / frozen over.' A hungry ache, of both the spirit and the body, hums through these poems, and motherhood, that yearslong tightrope walk of plenitude and loss, leaps to vivid life. 'It doesn't matter what she makes the fire with. / The mother burns, ' writes Wilson. This book will smolder inside you long after you close its pages." -- Francesca Bell, author of Bright Stain and A Love That Hovers Like a Bedeviling Mosquito
