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Poems by Elton Glaser
April 2000 ISBN 0-8093-2305-2, $14.95 paper 72 pages, 6 x 9 Jon Tribble, series editor
“Elton Glaser’s poems are classic in the best sense of the word: he achieves stateliness without stuffiness and form without confinement. Glaser cannot keep himself from referencing the whole canon of our poetry, from a Yeats-inflected bit of self-description (the ‘fifty-year-old frowning private man’) to a ripped-off Shakespeare riff. Yet these poems take swings at their own erudition, and Glaser is likely, at those moments where we least expect it, to go at his elegant constructions with the pickax of the common tongue: ‘It’s all over, bud.’ Winter Amnesties seamlessly mixes high culture and low, the ‘glitz and zillion disciplines’ of the universe that Glaser praises. This is an American poetry, a civic poetry infused with enough sly wit to make us root for the oak trees and the stars. These poems also will convince even the most jaded of postmodern readers that Beauty with a capital B is nothing to be ashamed of.” —Lucia Perillo
Winter
Amnesties
is a book of origins and endings, griefs and reconciliations. Each poem
addresses the dilemma posed by G. K. Chesterton: “One must somehow find
a way of loving the world without trusting it.” The poems revisit the
past, assess the present, and stare hard into the future. At middle age,
Glaser remembers his youth in Louisiana and settles into the long stretch
of his adult years in Ohio; he makes his peace with “the life that
allows.” As son, as father, as poet, he looks to his legacy, whatever
dim remnant of himself might continue after “all flesh falls back to
salt and cinder.”
But
these are poems of brio and bitter wit, not of self-pity and surrender.
They take a jaunty stance towards life and welcome whatever the days may
bring, confident that, like crows in the harvest cornfield, we can live on
“the shocks and waste of this world” and “wring gold grain from the
ruin.” Elton Glaser is Distinguished Professor of English Emeritus at the University of Akron and former director of the University of Akron Press. He has published three full-length collections of poems: Relics, Tropical Depressions, and Color Photographs of the Ruins. His poems have appeared in The Best American Poetry 1995, The Best American Poetry 1997, Scanning the Century: The Penguin Book of the Twentieth Century in Poetry, and The Pittsburgh Book of Contemporary American Poetry. Among his awards are two fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, three fellowships from the Ohio Arts Council, the Iowa Poetry Prize, and the Randall Jarrell Poetry Prize.
Hymn
and Field Holler You
remember how it was, sucking your milk tooth for
the blood beneath it, and
the hogs broke down in mud, above the
consolations of philosophy, and
the ratheels rankling in the corncrib. It
comes back now, your father snarling his
crazy mule around the fields, your
mother hard-eyed in the family pew-- all
those stalemates of marriage overlapping
in your veins, pulling and pressing. And
that late summer comes back, when a spangled banty taught
you how to strut, and you saw the
bull stacked up behind a knock-kneed cow and learned to
take yourself in hand, beating like
a twang of anvils, the blacksmith’s steady stroke. Tonight
you hear the years’ hairspring coil and rattle, the
balance wheels roll back over
the deep wrongs, revelations that end the plot, as
the worm-gears turn to unearth that
child still changing in the deadlock of the days.
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