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Richard
Wilbur, Collected Poems 19432004
640 pp, ISBN-10:
1-904130-17-8, ISBN-13: 978-1-904130-17-8, £14.99 (paperback
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October 27th 2005
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A
note about Collected Poems 1943200400
Over
the course of his distinguished sixty-year career, Richard Wilbur
has written numerous collections of poetry, five childrens
books, and several works of prose and translation. This handsome
and in every sense weighty volume, as the critic William
Pritchard called it, presents a comprehensive collection of Wilburs
work, including complete texts of Mayflies (2000), New
and Collected Poems (1987), The Mind-Reader (1976),
Walking to Sleep (1969), Advice to a Prophet (1961),
Things of This World (1956), Ceremony (1950), and
The Beautiful Changes (1947). To these have been added
thirteen poems written since Mayflies's original appearance,
some of Wilbur's show lyrics, and his Poems for Children and
Others: "Opposites", "More Opposites",
"A Few Differences", "The Disappearing Alphabet"
and "The Pig in the Spigot".
As
well as containing an introduction by the author, the UK edition
of the Collected Poems comes complete with an index of
Titles and First Lines.
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A note on Richard Wilbur
Richard
Wilbur was born in New York City in 1921, and is one of the most
accomplished poets of our time. Among his many honours are the
National Book Award, two Pulitzer Prizes, the Wallace Stevens
Award, the Aiken Taylor Award for Modern American Poetry, the
Frost Medal, the Gold Medal for Poetry from the American Academy
of Arts and Letters, the Bollingen Prize, the T. S. Eliot Award,
a Ford Foundation Award, two Guggenheim Fellowships, the Edna
St. Vincent Millay Memorial Award, the Harriet Monroe Poetry Award,
the National Arts Club Medal of Honour for Literature, two PEN
translation awards, the Prix de Rome Fellowship, and the Shelley
Memorial Award. He was elected a chevalier of the Ordre des Palmes
Académiques and is a former Poet Laureate of the United
States. A Chancellor Emeritus of The Academy of American Poets,
he lives in Cummington, Massachusetts, and in Key West, Florida.
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Praise
for Collected
Poems 19432004
It
is a consolation to read through sixty years of Richard Wilburs
poetry. He should be read in the company of ... Robert Frost and
Wallace Stevens.
Harold Bloom
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Reviews of Collected Poems 19432004
Times
Literary Supplement, September
22nd 2006
"The
poetry of Richard Wilbur has been famous for over half a century,
both for epitomizing a kind of craftsmanship which might be called
European like the work of a similarly notable contemporary,
the late Anthony Hecht and for a view of life and the world
which is neither as thoroughly pessimistic nor as insistent as
the one the times have seemed to commend to many American poets
... [M]ore than any other contemporary poet, [Wilbur] is able
to demonstrate the power of happiness to write something other
than white, able to affirm 'Any greenness is deeper than anyone
knows' and, at the same time, and for the same ultimate purpose,
to demonstrate that a rich and elaborate technique amounts to
more than a set of decorous historical impedimenta ... It would
be a poor canon which did not include a generous sample from Wilbur's
body of work ... Sean O'Brien
PN
Review, July-August
2006
"In
a career spanning more than sixty years, Richard Wilbur has devoted
himself to organising the daylight and exploring the darkness.
A musical, formal and cultured poet, his latest Collected is a
continuing triumph. At 85 he has outlived most of his peers. Yet
he is still producing those elegantly constructed, metrical investigations
into our lives ... Wilbur is a poet of rare talent. He is an important
American poet, and The Waywiser Press has done a great good in
producing what must substantially be a life's work. At £14.99
it would be a hard reader who did not feel more than amply rewarded."
Tony Roberts
Tony Roberts
The
Guardian, March
25th 2006
"For
60 years Richard Wilbur has remained in the front rank of contemporary
poets, always present, patiently defying trends, a lucid thinker
whose poems stick in the mind and whose virtuosity never ceases
to astonish and gratify his readers. While the earlier poems
those of the late 40s to the 60s probably represent his
best work, this capacious and inclusive volume is welcome, pulling
into print his major collections, some of his remarkable translations
and his delightful verses for children ... [Wilbur's] career,
in its sweep and steadiness, its dedication to classical principles,
reminds us that fashions will come and go, in poetry as in all
things, but that the artist must pursue clarity of vision, asking
only for grace. [He] has never wavered as an artist, and there
is grace enough for any reader in this varied, boundless volume."
Jay Parini
To
read the whole of this review, click on the link below
"The
Poet as Heliotrope"
Acumen
"Richard
Wilbur's Collected Poems 1943-2004 is an essential collection,
the gathered work of one of America's greatest poets ... [T]his
splendid collection ought to lead to a reconsideration of his
achievement." Glyn Pursglove
Poetry
Review
"Besides
the Richard Wilbur that all serious American, and many British,
readers know, there are at least four others no one talks about.
The familiar Wilbur presents a technically flawless paradigm of
dignified, mostly stanzaic, mostly rhyming verse, much of it devoted
to beautiful forests, statuary, easel paintings, married love
and parenthood, a paradigm to which young poets disenchanted with
recent styles resort: this Wilbur detects 'a poignancy in all
things clear', likens poets to architects and jugglers, and advises
that 'a heaven is easier made of nothing at all / Than the earth
regained'. This Wilbur is real, valuable, and at least as talented
as his acolytes suggest. But there are others, all valuable in
themselves. This hefty Collected (his third overall, his
first since 1987, and the first to include his verse for children)
offers the juggler-architect along with: a shocked (even shell-shocked)
American soldier; a fiercely partisan political liberal; a versatile
translator; and a thoughtful, almost Hardyesque singer of subdued
grief." Stephen Burt
Washington
Post
Throughout
his career Wilbur has shown, within the compass of his classicism,
enviable variety. His poems describe fountains and fire trucks,
grasshoppers and toads, European cities and country pleasures.
All of them are easy to read, while being suffused with an astonishing
verbal music and a compacted thoughtfulness that invite sustained
reflection. Besides, they are so beautiful one simply wants to
go back to them again and again.
Michael Dirda
New
Yorker
No
other twentieth-century American poet, with the possible exception
of James Merrill, demonstrates such a Mozartean felicity in the
writing of verse ...
Adam Kirsch
Slate
Richard
Wilbur .... is the author of half a dozen of the most perfectly
made poems of the twentieth century, poems whose quiet elegance
is unexcelled by even the most illustrious names American poetry
can offer ... His achievement is permanent.
James Longenbach
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From
Collected Poems 19432004
Security
Lights, Key West
(from
New Poems [2004])
Mere minutes from Duval Streets goings-on,
The midnight houses of this quiet block,
With their long-lidded shutters, are withdrawn
In sleep past bush and picket, bolt and lock,
Yet
each façade is raked by the strange glare
Of halogen, in which fantastic day
Veranda, turret, balustraded stair
Glow like the settings of some noble play.
As
if the isle were Prosperos, you seem
To glimpse great summoned spirits as you pass.
Cordelia tells her truth, and Joan her dream,
Becket prepares the sacrifice of Mass,
A
dog-tired watchman in that mirador
Waits for the flare that tells of Troys defeat,
And other lofty ghosts are heard, before
You turn into a narrow, darker street.
There,
where no glow or glare outshines the sky,
The pitch-black houses loom on either hand
Like hulks adrift in fog, as you go by.
It comes to mind that they are built on sand,
And
that there may be drama here as well,
Where so much murk looks up at star on star:
Though, to be sure, you cannot always tell
Whether those lights are high or merely far.
Juggler
(from
Ceremony [1950])
A ball will bounce, but less and less. Its not
A light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience.
Falling is what it loves, and the earth falls
So in our hearts from brilliance,
Settles and is forgot.
It takes a sky-blue juggler with five red balls
To
shake our gravity up. Whee, in the air
The balls roll round, wheel on his wheeling hands,
Learning the ways of lightness, alter to spheres
Grazing his finger ends,
Cling to their courses there,
Swinging a small heaven about his ears.
But
a heaven is easier made of nothing at all
Than the earth regained, and still and sole within
The spin of worlds, with a gesture sure and noble
He reels that heaven in,
Landing it ball by ball,
And trades it all for a broom, a plate, a table.
Oh,
on his toe the table is turning, the brooms
Balancing up on his nose, and the plate whirls
On the tip of the broom! Damn, what a show, we cry:
The boys stamp, and the girls
Shriek, and the drum booms
And all comes down, and he bows and says good-bye.
If
the juggler is tired now, if the broom stands
In the dust again, if the table starts to drop
Through the daily dark again, and though the plate
Lies flat on the table top,
For him we batter our hands
Who has won for once over the worlds weight.
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