In Dark Elderberry Branch: Poems of Marina Tsvetaeva, Ilya Kaminsky and Jean Valentine take a new approach to Marina Tsvetaeva’s work by interspersing poems with fragments of prose from her “daybooks,” prose books described by one critic as a “lyric diary.” The book is formatted as an assortment of tasty Tsvetaeva tidbits: poems juxtaposed with...
The following are notations and excerpts from the closing reading of the 2013 Associated Writers and Writing Programs conference. From Jennifer Benka’s introduction of Anne Carson: Benka quoted Carson as saying, “I never find it possible to think without thinking of myself thinking.” From Anne Carson’s reading: Carson first read selections from her series “Life...
“Beetles lift the dead elephant into the jaws of the forest.” This line from Derek Walcott’s poem “Origins” creates a powerful metaphor for the cycle of life and specifically the process of decay. The “jaws of the forest” are the mouthparts of the beetles. As they consume dead organic matter, such as an elephant...
Tomasz Różycki’s collection of poems, The Colonies, addresses issues of dislocation, abandonment, and borders shifting beyond tongue and national identity. When Poland’s borders shifted west after World War II, Różycki’s family was forced to move from Lwów, Poland (now Lviv, Ukraine) to Opole, where he was born in 1970. Translator Mira Rosenthal notes in her...
“Because it’s always like that. One day, walking through a room, you realize what you were holding is gone and you can’t find it, even when you get down on your knees.” These lines appear in part five of the ten part title sequence, which depicts the profound sense of loss and confusion widely experienced...
We could not read any other poet and have the experience that we have reading Latimer. Rumored Animals, winner of the American Poetry Journal book prize and published by Dream Horse Press in 2012, is the first volume by Quinn Latimer, and it positions her as one of a new generation of poets who belongs...
… once I fell in love with a beautiful voice passing through the wire. I remember the drop of it, a man talking about something he’d read, turning to a page with an audible rustle & breath, whispering, Listen. These are the lines that haunt. It’s not that the skin has no function, only...
Jessy Randall’s Injecting Dreams into Cows attempts to dismantle quibbles by critics who claim they are unable to engage with new poetry. Randall’s intent becomes clear in “The Nonexistent Orchard.” The poem opens with an epigraph from the New York Times Book Review which paints leading critic Helen Vendler as out of touch and disinterested...
And we look for the Macedonian soul among the number-plates on God’s East-West highway in cardboard boxes labeled ‘Do not open! Genes!’ loaded on the backs of the transparent dead. But one cannot rely on the dead. The dead are illegal immigrants, their swollen organs penetrating other peoples’ lands . . . Lidija Dimkovska’s collection...
“a piece of radish spit into the sink with the toothpaste, its purple shred & white / flesh rattle around the mind, a bit of life” These lines appear in the long sequence, “Experiments with Minutes,” from Eleni Sikelianos’ sixth book, Body Clock (Coffee House Press 2008). The lines radiate from the page because...
Nowadays when I think back to how Lucille and I were with each other, I think that she was in many ways my poetry mama. EDITOR’S NOTE: One morning in May 2012, tweets from Afaa Michael Weaver lit up my screen: “Lucille Clifton taught me—in the...
Delivered at “Won’t You Celebrate with Me?” a memorial for Lucille Clifton at the Enoch Pratt Main Library in Baltimore, Maryland. June 14, 2012 ____________________________________ May 21, 2012 Somerville, Massachusetts Dear Lucille, In case you’re wondering why I’m taking the time to write a letter to you that I plan to read in public,...