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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
A gift to the reader from an amazing poet,
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This review is from: Collected Poems (Paperback)
I had the honor of being a student of Lynda's in 1992 while attending Vermont College. I'm thrilled to see her poetry being published in this collection. She was a gifted teacher who never expected more or less of her students than she expected of herself. I'll always be thankful for her encouragement, her realism, and her vibrant, beautiful words.Bob McCranie, MFA Editor Red River Review
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful:
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Showcases the collected verse of Lynda Hull,
By Midwest Book Review (Oregon, WI USA) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Collected Poems (Paperback)
Graywolf Press has an established and respected reputation for publishing consistently impressive poets. Their latest title showcases the collected verse of Lynda Hull (author of 'Ghost Money', 'Star Ledger', 'The Only World', and who was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award in Poetry). This definitive collection of the poetry of Lynda Hull is part of the 'Graywolf Poetry Re/View Series' and serves to introduce a whole new generation of readers to the indelible and memorable verse of Lynda Hull (1954-1994) and constitutes a fitting memorial to a truly gifted poet. 'At Thirty': Whole years I knew only nights: Automats/& damp streets, the Lower East Side steep//with narrow rooms where sleepers turn beneath/alien skies. I ran when doorways spoke//rife with smoke & zippers. But it was only the heart's/racketing flywheel stuttering I want, I want//until exhaustion, until I was a guest in the yoke/of my body by the last margin of land where the river//mingles with the sea & far off daylight whitens,/a rending & yielding I must kneel before, as//barges loose glittering mineral freight/& behind me facades gleam with pigeons//folding iridescent wings. Their voices echo/in my voice naming what is lost, what remains.
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Collected Poems by Mark Doty (Paperback - October 31, 2006)
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