Joan Finnigan. In the brown cottage on Loughborough Lake (1970) A long poem or suite of poems, interspersed with photographs, expressing Finnigan’s grief on the death of her husband. It tells of the first summer spent on the lake without him. The book is more of a meditative essay, the kind that invites the reader to recall emotion rather than imagine experience. A few lines here and there pierce the heart:
The summer turned to crabapples
And the wild plums chimed on the trees
along the stone-pile fences
The lake chilled
and we shortened our swims
The book is misclassified as non-fiction on one website about Finnigan. ***
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
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