Wind, Trees

Praise for Wind, Trees When you pick up . . . John Freeman's gentle, wise poetry collection Wind, Trees you'll see that it unfurls its imagery as part of its structure. The first half is bound by the common element wind; the second, by what the wind animates: trees. I read Wind, Trees as a collection that looks at what brings groups to life, a spirit that you can feel whether gazing up in a reverie from the center of a stand of trees or communing with other people. -Alta In Freeman's ruminative, mournful, and precise follow-up to The Park, he says goodbye to the known world while savoring everything within it, even as it burns. The poems urge the reader to slow down, the line-breaks skillfully moving against the grain of natural phrasing, leaning toward 'a world/ where imagination and remembrance are the same thing.'. . . These deep and timely meditations beautifully illuminate humanity's plight. -Publishers Weekly Following his urbane ruminations in his last collection, The Park (2020), Freeman's observations about humanity's impacts on the natural world and the resulting spiritual conundrums remain sharp. His lines are, at times, sublime. In 'Perfume:' 'The tangerine seller / undressing one / fruit after the other / misting the air.' The poet reminds us that we all share the experience of wind and trees as sensual truths. These poems record sensory encounters that ask how we live with nature and with each other. What is kept, what is let go? In 'Piano,' Freeman writes, 'Who thought to thread / a wire through the belly / of a tree'. 'The Secret Country' ruminates on a bus ride in spring, with the whoosh beneath a canopy of trees and childhood's promise. 'Dusk' is a graceful tribute to the late, influential writer Barry Lopez: 'Maybe / endless love awaits us. I know you believed so', Freeman notes, ending with 'you are free to be the wind again.' These poems encourage us to feel the lushness and beauty of what we share now. -Raul Nino, Booklist With this collection, Freeman compels us to feel, in turns of turbulence and stillness, the longing and rage and wonder that visit anyone keenly and tenderly paying attention to the passage of human life in an uncertain landscape and time. Freeman's poems become all at once like eulogy, like instruction, like acts of love. -Pitchaya Sudbanthad Praise for John Freeman I think of John as one of the preeminent book people of our time. -Dave Eggers This second poetry collection by the editor of the biannual literary journal Freeman's dwells on the symbolism of places where the human and natural worlds intersect: 'A park's / purpose is to temper the machine / in us.' -The New York Times A fine collection of spare, somber lyrics from an important figure in contemporary writing; with this volume, Freeman steps forward for merited attention as a poet in his own right. -Library Journal, starred review Perfect to take with you to your local park bench come spring, or whenever you need to recover a little humanity. -Literary Hub Atmospheric... These meditative poems offer a thoughtful exploration on the contradictions and connections formed in public spaces. -Publishers Weekly Freeman deftly stages his urbane poems of rumination over, even celebration of, the complexities of life... Delight and humor abound... There is wistfulness in these poems, though they never become mired in shadows of what is lost or gone. -Booklist Freeman's pensive volume is a fascinating consideration of the park as a place of preserved wilderness... [L]ayers abound in these considerations of wild spaces. -The Millions Freeman has a strong sense of the way boundaries reflect and enforce privilege and history, and the international devastation wrought by the pandemic make his insightful voice all the more timely. -The Rumpus What is mapped here, in John Freeman's exquisite and robust poetry debut, are the territories of loss, pain, violence, and reckoning that make up a life. And also those of love, remembrance, and unabashed passion that make that same life livable. Maps is a consolation and a delight. -Tracy K. Smith [Maps] provides perhaps the best insight into the workings of a keen and compassionate intelligence.[...] one cannot help but find the complex, near euphoric, beauty that escapes like flares set beside a disabled vehicle on a lonely road. -Huffington Post