Garden Physic is the author’s best book in a so-far stellar career.
—Jonathan Ball, Winnipeg Free Press

A musical celebration of the garden, from chaff to grass, and all of its lowly weeds, herbs, and creatures

Available November 2, 2021

Garden Physic

Poetry by Sylvia Legris

  • With illustrations, photographs, and maps

Sylvia Legris’s Garden Physic is a paean to the pleasures and delights of one of the world’s most cherished pastimes: Gardening!

“At the center of the garden the heart,” she writes, “Red as any rose. Pulsing / balloon vine. Love in a puff.” As if composed out of a botanical glossolalia of her own invention, Legris’s poems map the garden as body and the body as garden—her words at home in the phytological and anatomical—like birds in a nest. From an imagined love-letter exchange on plants between garden designer Vita Sackville-West and Harold Nicolson to a painting by Agnes Martin to the medicinal discourse of the first-century Greek pharmacologist Pedanius Dioscorides, Garden Physic engages with the anaphrodisiacs of language with a compressed vitality reminiscent of Louis Zukofsky’s “80 Flowers.” In muskeg and yard, her study of nature bursts forth with rainworm, whorl of horsetail, and fern radiation—spring beauty in the lines, a healing potion in verse.

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Paperback (published November 2, 2021)

ISBN
9780811229906
Price US
16.95
Trim Size
5x8
Page Count
112

Ebook

ISBN
9780811229913

Sylvia Legris

Canadian poet

Garden Physic is the author’s best book in a so-far stellar career.
—Jonathan Ball, Winnipeg Free Press
Over the past twenty years, Canadian poet Sylvia Legris has quietly built a remarkable, multilayered body of work worthy of deep exploration and appreciation. An artist of relentless evolution and experimentation, Legris’s poetics compress and expand, infusing elements of dance, botany, and human machinery into new structures and imagery that is at once wildly imaginative and deeply visceral.
—Taylor Davis-Van Atta, Music & Literature
For Legris, the sum of life is not necessarily sense, story, or quanta but is also a strange summation of unknowing.
—Shane Neilson, Poetry
Legris’s work crackles with exuberant wackiness
CBC/Radio Canada