My Shoes Are Killing Me

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Winner of the 2015 Governor Generals Award for PoetryWinner of the 2015 Canadian Jewish Literary Award for PoetryInMy Shoes Are Killing Me, poet Robyn Sarahreflects on the passing of time, the fleetingness ofdreams, and the bittersweet pleasure of thinking on the hazardous treasurehouse that is the past. Natural,musical, meditative, warm, and unexpectedly funny,this is a restorative and moving collection from one ofCanadas most well-regarded poets.So assured and musical is the hand that shaped them that these poems tend to memorize themselves, as though they had always formed part of our experience.Eric OrmsbyThe cool delight of her poetry is to turn those subjects of routine forgetfulness into words that quiver in the heart Sarah knows the language: its pressure points, its traditions, its crevices. Trained as a musician, she also understands flow and timing, when to sing and when to keep silent.Montreal GazetteThe vigour gets into Sarahs rhythms and rhymes, as always, but they play here against a melancholic sense, as in blues music.Canadian LiteratureHer precise descriptive siftingspromote a vision of abundance as composed of luminous bits and pieces that never take up more room than they need.Arc Poetry Magazine[Robyn Sarahs] concerns havent changed. But her eye on the beginning of dwindlean already oft-quoted mantra from her title poemhas her probing them here with a new urgency, even a kind of abandon. The nine movements that make up My Feet Are Killing Me rally defiantly and almost joyfully against that dwindlingAnita Lahey,The Fiddlehead[Sarahs] biggest gift is her ability to weave a number of complex themes into a seemingly straightforward yarn She can take a perfectly ordinary event and transform it into something magical. Again and again.New Canadian MagazineNatural, musical, meditative, warm, and unexpectedly funny, this is a restorative and moving collections from one of Canadas most well-regarded poets.49th ShelfAs [Wallace] Stevens writes inThe Plain Sense of Things, The absence of the imagination had itself to be imagined. Robyn Sarah is one of our poets in Canada who has attended most readily and vigorously to this hard work, and we are forever indebted to her for it.Jewellers Eye