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This book is about the remarkable courage of a woman who never married, finding in a woman's world the dignity and grace of a life to which she felt she owed "something higher . . . needing to do something to make her worthy of her death" The "Other Poems" are about the bangtailed optimism of people working their lives out in the "Depression Thirties" and through the hard times of World War II. They are the history of a place as told from the emotional memory of a boy who heard and saw much more than he knew.

In the Shadow of Her Grace Larsen Bowker 9781481753180 Books

As true as artesian springs and prairie vastness, Larsen captures character and desire through deft bits of flint that illuminate and linger.

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  • Paperback 152 pages
  • Publisher AuthorHouse (July 11, 2013)
  • Language English
  • ISBN-10 1481753185

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For us, personally, it reawakened so many memories.
Thanks, so much Larson, for bringing the past to
life in such an endearing, yet realistic manner.
Oh that all history could be presented with the simplicity and rhythm of Larsen's words. Many families have been blessed with an "Eva May" but very few will continue to live for future generations. Larsen has truly created "something higher".
Bea and Ted Ake, 3/7/14
Since I am from Nebraska I have an interest in learning more about the state. I lived with Larson when we were both very young and I learned some things about him that I never new. I cannot recommend anyone to buy the book because I have no knowledge of anyone who is interested in poetry. I am pretty much a hick from the sticks.
Roger Hare
With his delicate voice, Mr. Bowker depicts a place and life allowing the reader to walk in his shoes for a time. His vivid words chosen from acute observation and emotion transform the reader to familiar recollections of their own. The land and people take a comforting form on the page. Larsen Bowker never disappoints.

I would recommend this book to readers of Ted Kooser.
Larsen Bowker's book is a poetic evocation of a world
I grew up in Nebraska. His portrayal is from the heart
as well as the mind, and in that sense is never boring.
I recommend it not just to Nebraskans but to anyone
who has ever asked herself if she's done "something to
make her worthy" of her life. It is narrative poetry
telling its stories as poignantly as any novelist.

Colleen Powell, Lincoln, Nebraska
Having grown up in Nebraska 50 or so miles from where this poem finds its roots, I was taken back to that prairie land more effectively than had I simply purchased a fare and returned in person. The word pictures flashed repeatedly in my mind as brilliantly as the particular passage of "blinding purple light" where Florence was drawn to the window to look out into the night onto the "wild raging of the sky". Time after time I reread a phrase aloud to hear the sound of the words as they created the wonderful and familiar images in my mind..."a spider's airy spin across an open space"..."the ditches alive with Ring Necked Pheasants running ahead until they gather into a single shuddering rise that stops the heart"..."a future that used to hang in trees along the river, tight red and yellow buds waiting to burst from their shell in a moment of perfection like God appearing before me"... What can I say other than that such strong visual and emotional images roiled and rose in my mind with Larsen Bowker's words as strongly as his prairie thunderstorms towered overhead with the promise and threat of the coming gift of moisture carried on violent winds and striking lightning?

In some aspects, it was not an easy first read for me. So many thoughts and images struck closely to home. The poem's main voice is that of Eva May, and her dream of becoming a teacher was my own dear mother's dream as well. Sadly though, it was all my grandparents could do to keep from losing the farm to those difficult years of drought and depression much less help my mother become a teacher. So instead she became a housekeeper, married my father (the son of her employers), and became a housewife and mother instilling the love of learning and words into us her children. The wistfulness of her dream never left her voice even at the end of her life.

This poem speaks to the terrible beauty that is Nebraska, especially in those long bygone days of my parents and even my childhood. The poet captures the staggering heat and drought that was Nebraska before the days of irrigation pivots and air conditioned GPS guided tractors the size of houses. I remember those days with a sense of longing and pain. I remember the lsolated spaces coupled with a fear and growing dread of who I was slowly coming to realize I was to be. There is that element in this poem that strikes so deeply into me in terms of Eva's brothers Ernest and Walter dreaming of Rome and Greece and finding themselves "snapping and scattering into a country that belongs to the bold". It was difficult for me in terms of fitting into the social facric, but I cherish my time on the prairie and relived it repeatedly through the powerful images this poem brought back to me of my childhood and youth... loving the light at different times of the day as it moved across the farm's pastures and cropland, listening to the overwhelming stillness following a heavy snowfall, watching with hushed breath as cumulus flowered into towering anvils of blue, rose, and black in the western sky while my folks hurried getting candles and flashlights ready.

Poetry speaks to the heart, but good poetry makes it swell with happy remembrances and bleed with the painful. How many times did I watch a calf or lamb I had cared for through the year being hauled away to the slaughter house as I stood watching through tears at the farmyard gate just as Eva Mae was told by her father that she must have somehow known that that day would come for her pig? And I remember the joy Eva's sister Belle described as she recounted her brother having taught her how to milk cows and handle horses. Perhaps my earliest memory in this life was as a 2 year old being snuggled down in the saddle in front of my father and holding on for dear life to the saddle horn as we galloped across the pastures. I had known exhilaration and terror simultaneously. Even today here in Palm Springs, California, I have two cherished saddles proudly displayed in our living room, one being the saddle of beautiful tooled leather that my parents gave me on my 16th birthday.

I am grateful to Larsen Bowker for this poem. He is a fine and masterful writer, and although we speak the same language of Nebraska remembrances, his poetry will speak just as meaningfully to those who have not known the cool smells of well water after a blistering day in a cornfield.

And finally I felt the sadness that Nelle seems to voice as she lays her sister Eva Mae to rest. When my folks passed, I felt the same ending "our family name now finished here in Nebraska when I go". I sometimes think of returning but the pain would be too much to endure I feel. That place has changed so much and there is no home for me there anymore I fear. The stanza second from the last makes my heart bleed like no other as she passes by the beauty of the high plains catafalque and ends with the willow brances brushing against the windows of a family's absences trying to feel the blessings of hardness.

As W. B. Yeats used the words "a terrible beauty", this is how I would describe In the Shadow of Her Grace. It is immensely powerful and intimate. I felt its' words on the core of my life in Nebraska like footprints on the moon. I have thought about it from time to time for days and weeks since reading it and memories have been stirred and prodded from their sleep, some good, some difficult, but that is what good poetry does and this is certainly what Larsen Bowker's poem has done for me... Thank you. Beautiful.

Thomas Goble, Palm Springs, California
It is not able to be read. I asked for help with this product and the agent that helped me was wonderful but the problem has not been resolved. It looks like someone scanned the pages or something. It definitely is not an ebook.
As true as artesian springs and prairie vastness, Larsen captures character and desire through deft bits of flint that illuminate and linger.
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