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LOST IN HINDSIGHT  - C.S. Leaf (2008, Dylan Thomas Prize Nominee)
LOST IN HINDSIGHT - Finishing Line Press 2008
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"C. S. Leaf's Lost In Hindsight is a lyrical dance to voice both necessary and new, old and resounding. Wondering. Wandering. Powerfully buoyant and brooding. His poetry is rich with incantation." -GALE P. JACKSON, POET, WRITER & CULTURAL HISTORIAN The collection includes Anamorphic poems (as palindromes/ and other word play, gnomology, but not esoteric, trope stanzas) Epcidium & Epithalamioms (poems on death loss life and love). It is an collection containing Leaf Earliest Poems. A collection written between the ages of 16 and 22 years old. Leaf's Ideolect Blossoms in Verse... a Fresh, Distinct, Cadence. When the collection was still in its infancy, Michael Hamburger compared Leaf and his works to Wallace Stevens, for his excellent use of sound and style. "C. S. Leaf's LOST IN HINDSIGHT...
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"C. S. Leaf's Lost In Hindsight is a lyrical dance to voice both necessary and new, old and resounding. Wondering. Wandering. Powerfully buoyant and brooding. His poetry is rich with incantation."

-GALE P. JACKSON, POET, WRITER & CULTURAL HISTORIAN

The collection includes Anamorphic poems (as palindromes/ and other word play, gnomology, but not esoteric, trope stanzas) Epcidium & Epithalamioms (poems on death loss life and love). It is an collection containing Leaf Earliest Poems. A collection written between the ages of 16 and 22 years old. Leaf's Ideolect Blossoms in Verse... a Fresh, Distinct, Cadence. When the collection was still in its infancy, Michael Hamburger compared Leaf and his works to Wallace Stevens, for his excellent use of sound and style.

"C. S. Leaf's LOST IN HINDSIGHT is a lyrical dance to voice both necessary and new, old and resounding. Wondering. Wandering. Powerfully buoyant and brooding. His poetry is rich with incantation." -- Gale P. Jackson, Poet, writer, and Cultural Historian, current poet in residence for New York City's Public Schools. Selected Publications; Suite for Mozambique, MeDea, Bridge Suite: Narrative Poems,, and We Stand Our Ground(a collaboration with Kimiko Hahn and Susan Sherman)

 

“ADMIRED GREATLY” -- Dennis Flynn.

Writer, Historian, and Professor Bentley College, Awarded Scholar of the Year-1995, John Donne Society President - 2000, Currant Executive Committee (Ex Officio). Selected Publications : John Donne and the Ancient Catholic Nobility, The Variorum Edition of the Poetry of John Donne: vol. 7, Oxford edition of The Letters of John Donne.

 

"WELL DONE!" -Ernesto Santiago, Poet,

 

"VERY GOOD !” - Beverly Kleikamp, Poet & Editor

Editor of NORTHERN STAR MAGAZINE, and NORTH STAR BOOKS. Author “OF HIGHER POWERS”

 

"EXCELLENT. EXCELLENT WRITE AND READ." -

Anita Blanchard

University of North Carolina at Charlotte

 

"An excellent write of an antediluvian prophecy, spiritually philosophical, visionary and at the same time an introspective view, very descriptive from start to finish. Great!" - Deborah Simpson - Mondial Amour Entertainment Magazine, Poet of the Month - August, 2007 Edition

 

“LOST IN HINDSIGHT Is a wonderful collection of poems that I found truly enjoyable... joyful... dark, full of emotion... HAUNTINGLY BEAUTIFUL .” - Wolf, Poet

 

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LOST IN HINDSIGHT

 

ULYSSES

Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;

Those are pearls that were his eyes:

Nothing of him that doth fade

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Ding-dong.

Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.

(Tempest, 2.1)

Cross legged I await

Heavens beams, to embrace

to bundle to lash with twine

drifting wood

While the waves whip the beach's grace

I hold the smooth forked roots in hand

Roots in time can break stone

and mold it as water is able

Water that feeds the root

Sun that feeds the fingers

I ask not much old sea

Dashing dead against stones

Barnacles tear at flesh and vessel

low birds impale the shell

to eat salty flesh

Everything and nothing is water

Eternal yet fleeting

Comforting yet cold

Supportive yet unwieldy

Reflective yet transparent

Hungry yet quenchless

Ye oldest mare

whose rising breasts swell

and hungry opens cavernous

to consume both breast and beam

Her victims wash about my feet

Ripen, swell abreast

resign this earth

Death who she knows best

who winged I've seen

who in decay keeps fertile, she

who drinks endless of streams immortal

I await her sea-nymphs call for me

Though I alone shall not quell

her endless thirst,

when half submersed.

Ding-dong.

Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell

My life. My death

Deus pasit corvos

 

FROM A GAPE AROSE A ROSE DIVINE

From a gape arose a rose divine

The waves whipped the beach sands bare

Bones bleached and unhinged

Combine-

The flesh and shell, the fish and spine

Electrons changing orbitals

Four tons absorbed

specters educe an infinite line

A gape arose, a rose divine

And with one ray of light did grow

A quantum with each fraction of time

From a gape arose, a rose divine

 

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About Craig

  C.S. Leaf was born only a few miles away from the small community he grew up in located on the northeast coast of Massachusetts where the mouth of the Merrimac River empties into the atlantic ocean.  As a young child, his love for the arts was evident. It was always writing...

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Author's Publishing Notes

Lost in Hindsight ships free from FINISHING LINE PRESS until MAY 16th 2008 ORDER NOW FOR signed numbered EDITION. NOMINATED FOR THE 2008 DYLAN THOMAS PRIZE? AWAITING JUDGING.