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A Season of Mourning
A Season of Mourning
A Season of Mourning
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Frances Itani's third book of poetry consists of two deeply moving elegiac sequences commemorating the deaths of a sister and friend. In chaste and determinedly unsentimental language, Itani takes us through the crises all must face, ignoring none of their turbulence or anguish, yet leaving us with a renewed sense of humanity. In these two sequences, she accomplishes inspiring acts of homage and remembrance.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBrick Books
Release dateSep 15, 1988
ISBN9781771311298
A Season of Mourning
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Frances Itani

FRANCES ITANI has written eighteen books. Her novels include That’s My Baby; Tell, shortlisted for the Scotiabank Giller Prize; Requiem, chosen by the Washington Post as one of the top fiction titles of 2012; Remembering the Bones, published internationally and shortlisted for a Commonwealth Writers’ Prize; and the #1 bestseller Deafening, which won a Commonwealth Writers’ Prize and was shortlisted for the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award. Published in seventeen territories, Deafening was also selected for CBC’s Canada Reads. A three-time winner of the CBC Literary Prize, Frances Itani is a Member of the Order of Canada and the recipient of a 2019 Library and Archives Canada Scholars Award. She lives in Ottawa.

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    A Season of Mourning - Frances Itani

    Poppies

    A SEASON OF MOURNING

    for my sister Marilyn

    (1939 -1984)

    Missed Seasons

    I could not have known until this spring

    how we lost the seasons of last year

    how the days withered from winter to fall

    how they dropped away as if we no longer

    had the right to them

    Our own huddle we unwillingly formed

    learning, creating the new

    distended shape of fear swelling

    inward in concentric rings, consuming

    while we were unaware

    What I remember of last summer is this:

    a single hummingbird trembling at your window

    I was standing, teacup in hand

    in one of those long silences

    we had begun to frequent.

    Behind me, you were saying

    I feel as if I'm dying

    One other thing I remember:

    walking down the long aisle behind your coffin

    I came out into stifling

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