By Mark Strand
Longlisted for the 2014 nationwide e-book Award
Gathered here's a part century’s fantastic paintings by way of the previous poet laureate of the us and Pulitzer Prize winner whose haunting and exemplary type has encouraged a whole iteration of yank poets.
Beginning with the limited-edition quantity Sleeping with One Eye Open, released in 1964, Mark Strand was once hailed as a poet of piercing originality and magnificence, and within the resulting many years he has now not swerved from his imaginative and prescient of the way a poem could be formed and what it may convey. As he entered the center interval of his occupation, with volumes such as the continual Life (1990), Strand was once already recognized for his skill to seize the sophisticated track of attention, and for developing painterly actual landscapes that may resolution to the interior self: “And right here the darkish infinitive to suppose, / which might suffer and feature the earth be nonetheless / And the star-strewn evening pour down the mountains / Into the hissing fields and silent towns.” In his later paintings, from Blizzard of 1 (1998) which received the Pulitzer Prize, during the sly, provocative riddles of his contemporary Almost Invisible (2012), Strand has overjoyed in reminding us that there's no poet really like him for a dose of darkish wit that seems to be deep knowledge and self-deprecation. He has given voice to our collective mind's eye with a grandeur and comedian honesty important of his nice Knopf forebear Wallace Stevens. With this quantity, we rejoice his canonical work.
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