Poets Scott Owens and David Chorlton might rightfully
be called “poets of the land.” But the lands they immerse themselves in,
reflect upon, make sense of, and help others understand.
For Owens, in
his collection For
One Who Knows How to Own Land, it is the land of memory and childhood,
the growing up on a family farm. This is the land that has the contour molded
by the human hand, or many human hands.
The land Owens
describes is the land that has a history, human as well as natural. It’s the
land where boys take their BB guns, and where cows have to be milked in the
dark, early hours. It’s the land filled with sounds of whippoorwills and
grasshoppers, the cackling of hens, and kitchen sounds of breakfast being made
before the farmer heads to the fields. It is a land confined by fence and
barbed wire, utilized by machines to produce crops.
To continue
reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak
Poetry.
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