Reviews for The River Sound

The average rating for The River Sound based on 2 reviews is 3 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2019-11-03 00:00:00 Lanna Stanley I eagerly waited to read this on vacation, along my beloved ocean, the place where rivers flow to; but was very disappointed. There is obvious skill and creativity here, and it was really hard to type the poems that did speak to me which showed me how intricate and creative his words and thoughts are, but none of his imagery made me breathless. A few copied below made me stop and pause and think, but overall I was underwhelmed. I may have to try again someday. Whoever You Are By now when you say I stop somewhere waiting for you Who is the I and who come to that is you There are those words that were written a long time ago By someone I have read about who they assure me is you The handwriting is still running over the pages But the one who has disappeared from the script is you I wonder what age you were when those words came to you Though I think it is not any age at all that is you Stopping and waiting under the soles of my feet This morning this waking this looking up is you But nothing has stopped in fact and I do not know What is waiting and surely that also is you Every time you say it you seem to be speaking Through me to some me not yet there who is I suppose is you You said you were stopping and waiting before I was here Maybe the one I heard say it then is you The Old Year I remember the light At the end of the year The gold mist is still bright Thousand of miles from here And voices are calling Across the steep meadows Until the late falling Asleep of their echoes Less than a breath before The silence where they are The bare veined limbs are More clear than ever but far Testimony ...though I have sipped the rim by now Of trouble and should know the taste I am not certain as to how The pain of learning what is lost Is transformed into light at last Some it illumines from their birth And some will hunger to the last For the moment and hands of earth While some apparently would give The open unrepeatable Present in which they wake and live To glimpse a place where they were small Or in love once and be able To capture in that second sight What in the plain original They missed and this time get it right They would know how to hold it there A still life still alive and know What to do with it now and where To hang it and how not to go From there again...

Review # 2 was written on 2019-05-21 00:00:00 Andrew Tomilson Beautiful, contemplative book of poetry exploring concepts of time, memory, and nature. Due to the characteristic lack of punctuation, Merwin's work flows endlessly like water from start to finish.