The fullest culmination to date of an original voice and "a central poet of his generation" (Harold Bloom) Time was plunging forward, like dolphins scissoring open water or like me, following Jenny's flippers down to see the coral reef, where the color of sand, sea and sky merged, and it was as if t
Middle Distance: Poems
β Scribed by Stanley Plumly
- Book ID
- 110668310
- Publisher
- W. W. Norton & Company
- Year
- 2020
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 108 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781324006152
- ASIN
- B07ZTSXT65
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β¦ Synopsis
The probing, commanding final volume from "one of contemporary America's most gifted and influential lyric poets" (David Baker, Kenyon Review).
After a diagnosis of cancer, acclaimed poet Stanley Plumly found himself in the middle distanceβlooking back at his childhood and a rich lifetime of family and friends, while gazing into a future shaped by the press of mortality. In Middle Distance, his final collection, he pushes onward into new territory with extended hybrid forms and revelatory prose pieces. The result is the moving culmination of a long career, a work of fearless, transcendent poems that face down the impending eternal voyage.
Plumly populates this collection with tender depictions of poets, family, and friendsβthe relationships that sustained him throughout his lifeβas well as unflinching self-portraits. In "White Rhino," for instance, he adopts the voice of the "last of [his] kind," using the rare creature as a canvas to depict the dying, aging poet himself. In "Night Pastorals," he writes vividly and movingly about being on his deathbed, with fragmentary impressions of the other side. In profound lyric narratives, Plumly reaches out to a past that feels closer than ever, returning to the Ohio of his childhood and the shadows of a country at war.
Blending documentary and memoir with his signature Keatsian lyricism, Middle Distance contemplates at every turn the horizons of Plumly's life.
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**The fullest culmination to date of an original voice and "a central poet of his generation" (Harold Bloom)** *Time was plunging forward,* *like dolphins scissoring open water or like me,* *following Jenny's flippers down to see the coral reef,* *where the color of sand, sea and sky merged,