It had been a while since I read a poetry book, so I thought I'd pick one up. Later, Ponsot and her husband relocated to the United States. Though he has invoked the human comparison only to reject it, the comparison remains invoked, like an unresolved dissonance throbbing in the air. Brava, Marie Ponsot, and many many thanks for paying forward your dark-adapted eye. The poem in more ways than one evokes Larkin. Knopf, 2016 Easy Alfred A. After publication of her first book in 1957, Ponsot did not publish another until 1982 at age 60.
That much of her mature writing comes so late in life is hardly surprising, considering she raised seven! Alicia Stallings studied classics at the University of Georgia and Oxford University. It is precisely this pleasure that makes this collection accessible. The new poems are not just fun, but their freedom captures, paradoxically, something of the world's ineffability. I judge a poem simply on whether it makes me feel anything, I can relate to it, or it sounds pretty. Cornered, caved, tarnishing regardless in the dark at the back edge of a royal burial, it sucked the dust of three skulls of three young women whose heads it crushed as it was planted there. The Academy of American Poets is the largest membership-based nonprofit organization fostering an appreciation for contemporary poetry and supporting American poets.
Knopf, 2002 The Bird Catcher Alfred A. In a skiff on a sunrisen lake we are watchers. In this celebratory collection, Ponsot makes light, in both senses, of all she touches, and her pleasure in offering these late poems is infectious. Lines and sentences zig and zag as they please, go on unpredictably or stop short. Among her awards are a creative writing grant from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Delmore Schwartz Memorial Prize, The Robert Frost Poetry Award, the Shaughnessy Medal of the Modern Language Association, the 2013 Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize from the Poetry Foundation, and the 2015 Aiken Taylor Award for Modern American Poetry. Having set us up for a tragic version of Baucis and Philemon, the speaker then flatly denies the pathetic fallacy he has so involved us in.
It was liberating to see a poet breaking free of poetic decorum. Paterson has a genius for metaphor as well as music. As with all poetry collections, there were some I liked and some I didn't care for. After the Second World War, she journeyed to Paris, where she met and married Claude Ponsot, a painter and student of Fernand Léger. I couldn't help but wonder if the poems were meant to be easy, or just the title.
While in Paris, Ponsot met the painter Claude Ponsot, whom she married. Upon returning from France, Ponsot worked as a freelance writer of radio and television scripts. They exude a Swiss luxury. And who would know better than she? My favorite: Orphaned Old I feel less lucky since my parents died. Knopf, 1981 True Minds City Lights Pocket Bookshop, 1957.
Leave it to the graceful Marie Ponsot, now in her late eighties, to view her life in poetry as easeful. It becomes the infinite air of imagination that stirs immense among losses and leaves me less desolate. Yet Easy offers truth as well as beauty. As we lean over the deep well, we whisper. Other poets who use, as she does, short lines, a conversational pace and frequent enjambments can feel rushed or wild. They are spoken in the voice of a cocky Head Turkey, a self-effacing middle sister of Peter Rabbit or one Grimm Brother to the Other.
Many of the poems, in fact, address the demands of writing and reading poetry, as well as the needs it fulfills, and serve as vehicles for exploring what a lifetime of dedication to words might mean. It is a crystalline wonder. Four collections followed, including The Bird Catcher, which won the 1998 National Book Critics Circle Award and brought her work the attention it deserves. While I don't want to imply that the poems were shallow or lacked m It had been a while since I read a poetry book, so I thought I'd pick one up. The poems I remember from Springing: The Bird Catcher, which won the National Book Critics Circle Award, are intricate timepieces.
Old age brings the happy condition of freedom from the bondages of time, urgency and false constraint. During this time, she also translated over thirty books from French to English. Knopf, 2016 ; Easy Alfred A. House-kept no more, I waltz out of the place clean-shod and leave no footprint on the floor, displaced and unfloored. Well into her ninth decade and still evolving as an artist, Ponsot takes her place among a distinguished company of American poets who wrote—and continue to write—into their 80s and beyond, a group that includes Marianne Moore, Stanley Kunitz, Donald Hall, Richard Wilbur and, the most famous, Robert Frost. I couldn't help but wonder if the poems were meant to be easy, or just the title.