Tethered to the Earth
Poems by TYLER FARRELL


| Paperback | 127 x 2103 mm | 80 pages | ISBN 978-1-903392-81-2 | June 2008

Tethered to the Earth contains human figures in two landscapes as well as the complex emotions evoked when one is far from home. After living and teaching in Northern Wisconsin for two school years and traveling through Europe for five weeks (the summer between), the poet’s view of the world seemed a far bigger place. These poems are meant to address two types of isolation and awakening, an evocation of two personal places within oneself. With the stark and desolate beauty of Ashland, Wisconsin and the wandering style of European life, the imaginative nature of two distinct parts of the earth begin to transmit themselves.

Tyler Farrell was educated by Irish poets, Eamonn Wall and James Liddy in Omaha, NE and Milwaukee, WI, respectively. He is now an Assistant Professor of English at the University of Dubuque (Iowa) and book review editor for An Sionnach. His articles and poetry have been published in The Book of Irish American Poetry (Notre Dame), The New Hibernia Review, The Recorder, Natural Bridge, RE:AL, The Cream City Review, The Irish Literary Supplement, Nebraska English Journal, Jabberwock, Front Range Review, Yemassee, and The Blue Canary. He is currently at work on a critical book about Irish autobiography. Tethered to the Earth is his first collection of poetry.

 
Sample Poem

From Downy Hill

The night is a procession of summers. Eyes with a perfect
soul often lift in spring. Downy hill like a glass
sanctuary unstuck to flowers from a temple field. Light
in between thickets and trees.

Always a black shape. Navy balloons on the edge of sky,
while dances cling to the four corner girls
in plain dresses. Overspilled solstice and the wind
woven from an old curtain.

A shy flower opens at a stone path cornered by rings
melted in golden rays. Braided hair in the hills, now
flesh cries out and winds away. The day's head
lies down to sleep.

Thumbs of boys belong to horse hair grass, a mother's face
studies the smudge in the sky. Clouds without wings,
the secret voice and medicinal thorns on the bride s side
of the river. Her groom waits.

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