Oponearth is Timothy David Orme's second full-length collection of poetry.
Timothy David Orme’s mysterious Oponearth performs a gramatica parda,the tawny and unaccomodated language longed for by Thoreau a century ago. Reading here, you will walk, through a palimpsest scored by history to arrive at Origin. For this collection is—bafflingly, generously, beautifully—original, and readers will find the world informed by something close to the sound of a tree growing, when closing the cover on the last page, they are returned, newly, to the day.
If you want a poetry that drops you off a cliff, then suddenly hauls up the sun making you realize the world's actually cycling at speed around you while you stand awestruck read Timothy David Orme—his lyrics are vertiginous, and lovely.
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