Tom Pohrt spent years gathering those poems of Wendell Berry’s he imagined children might read and appreciate, making sketches to accompany his selection. Over the past several years a dialogue has evolved in which the poet has come to advise the illustrator on the natural history of the animals and plants seen so intimately in the poems. Then came the august book designer Dave Bullen, who has been designing the books of Wendell Berry for more than thirty years.
The resulting volume of 21 poems includes dozens of the sketches, drawings and watercolors in what amounts to a visual meditation on the poem they work to illustrate and is simply staggering in both its beauty and its meaning to those of us who remain lovers of the book as physical object.
In the full-color Terrapin we have not only a volume of staggering beauty but a consummate example of the collaborative effort that is fine bookmaking, the perfect gift for children, grandchildren or anyone who remains a lover of the book as physical object.
|Product dimensions:||6.90(w) x 9.30(h) x 0.40(d)|
About the Author
Wendell Berry is the author of more than fifty books of poetry, fiction, and essays. He was recently awarded the National Humanities Medal, the Cleanth Brooks Medal for Lifetime Achievement by the Fellowship of Southern Writers, and the Louis Bromfield Society Award. For more than forty years he has lived and farmed with his wife, Tanya, in Kentucky.
Tom Pohrt is a self-taught artist and illustrator and has published in eighteen books and various journals. Since 1999, he has traveled extensively in Cuba, where he and his wife were married in her hometown of Ciego de Avila. They lives with their daughter in Ann Arbor.
Read an Excerpt
The terrapin and his house are one.
Though he may go, he’s never gone.
He’s housed within, from nose to toe::
A door, a floor, and no window.
There’s little room; the light is dim;
His furniture is only him.
He sits alone, says naught aloud;
Where no guest comes, a thought’s a shout.
He pokes along; he’s in no haste;’
He has no map and no suitcase;
He has no worries, and no woes,
For where he is is where he goes.
Ponder this wonder under his dome.
Who, wandering, is always home.
Table of Contents
1. April Woods: Morning,
2. October 10,
3. The Sorrel Filly,
4. March Snow,
6. The Snake,
7. A Squirrel,
8. The First,
9. Winter Night Poem for Mary,
10. The Terrapin,
12. The Finches,
13. Walnut St., Oak St., Sycamore St., etc.,
14. Her First Calf,
15. To Know the Dark,
16. Planting Trees,
18. The Unseeable Animal,
19. My Nose,
20. Falling Asleep,