A garden, like all true relationships, is a pact with loss, with effacement, and when we fear effacement, it already begins to give birth to power and envy and death inside us.
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The Solipsist in Purgatory: Jollimore’s AT LAKE SCUCOG
It’s always a relief to me when I see a book published by somebody outside the “poetry ghetto.”
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And I Chose—All: Mary Ruefle
Picasso wrote this well before Mary Ruefle started publishing books, but if his words could be an egg, Ruefle’s Selected Poems would hatch right out of it.
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Rimbaud’s Last Revelation
Ashbery’s translation is the best we have in English so far.
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The Practice of Poetry
The poetry lesson is that poetry is a practice.