A lyrical lament to what is lost, the darkness that enables us to see and hear more deeply, to experience the falling upwards into stars, the Milky Way. It is sad to understand that for those younger than 50, they probably do not recognize their loss.
Early Frost—with the weakness of late 19th Century “poetic diction,” There are glimmers of what great poetry that is to come. If you are studying his development, this is a good collection to see where Frost began, Otherwise, move to later collections for the good stuff.
A reading of “Fatherhood” — a poem from my new collection, “Memories in Clay, Dreams of Wolves.”
I am happy to announce the upcoming release of my first full-length collection of poetry.
“Memories in Clay, Dreams of Wolves” gathers semi-autobiographical poetry about a boyhood and adult life lived in conversation with nature. In this volume, David Anthony Sam describes a life shaped by his youth in Pennsylvania and Michigan and his journey by thumb through the Pacific Northwest. The imprint of these experiences molds his ecological holism and sense of the holiness of the commonplace and of all life.
“Memories in Clay” will be released as a trade paperback and eBook available on Amazon in June 2014.
Two respected poets have the following to say about this collection:
“David Sam is a poet of deep identity with the natural world. In these intimate narratives of discovery and awe, the poems speak often with an almost breathless urgency, reminding us of the inexhaustible life within life, testaments to a unique sensitivity, in a boy and then a man. In journeys both actual and metaphorical, the self is not different than rivers or sunrise. ‘I am made of water and wild air,’ one poem says. The lucky reader breathes deeply.”
– Allan Peterson, author of Fragile Acts and All the Lavish in Common
“David Anthony Sam’s poems are literally rooted in the earth, seeded in the rich, dark soil. Whether he’s writing about childhood or the rivers of Pennsylvania, these poems are filled with fields, mountains, lakes, snow and stars; they remind us that human life is found in the morning air, in the golden rays of the rising sun, in a bird’s call as dusk arrives. Memories in Clay, Dreams of Wolves is an impressive book that will transport you into the natural world where, as Sam writes, you will become ‘forgetful and human again.’”
– David James, author of She Dances Like Mussolini, winner of the 2010 Next Generation Indie book award in poetry
While there are some poems that simply try too hard and amass too many references for my taste, there is much that is fine in and about this volume by David Wojahn. At its best, references to personal and world history, current events and his family, and the universal arc of human life all interlace like the leaves of the World Tree that is one of his dominant analogies here.