From Publishers Weekly
"Nothing possessed me/ but the ordinary// strain of distance/ upon natural objects... There was this/ skeleton inside me," observes the speaker in Wilson's neo-pastoral poetry. Spare, condensed grammar and impenetrable nature affirm the stripped-down speaker's estrangement: "River of steel./ River of no one becoming you." When Wilson, head of Spurwink Press, occasionally uses the first-person plural, she deftly confuses the speaker: "We are not waiting?// We are waiting?// We are the red studio?// We come just before the math?" (Sept.)
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About the Author
Emily Wilson lives in Portland, Maine, where she is the proprietor of the Spurwink Press, which publishes letterpress editions of poetry books; she graduated from the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop in 1999. The Keep
is her first book.