From Publishers Weekly
Carruth's long and protean career includes his editing of
The Voice That Is Great Within Us (1970), a still-standard anthology of American modernism; a high-profile stint as editor of
Poetry magazine; and periods of rural seclusion. His 24 books encompass Frostian tales of farm life with New England eccentrics, compilations of haiku, long and unguarded poems of erotic devotion, autobiographical laments, and sensitive odes to jazz greats who understood that "Freedom and discipline occur/ only in ecstasy, all else// is shoveling out the muck." All sides of Carruth's oeuvre find a place in this welcome volume, dexterously compiled and introduced by Copper Canyon founder Sam Hamill. Where Carruth's individual books—even the strongest, such as the National Book Award–winning
Scrambled Eggs & Whiskey (1996)—could become garrulous or repetitive, the selection here gives just enough of everything Carruth has learned, and he has learned a lot, especially about the ways and landscapes of New England.
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From Booklist
Deciding to present only complete poems and thus leave the contents of Carruth's
Collected Longer Poems (1994) unplumbed, editor Hamill chose poems he hoped would spur readers on to the rest of the old master's writing. He certainly has corralled the preponderance of Carruth's most memorable work: poems of natural analysis, such as the radiant "The Loon on Forester's Pond"; his distinctive haiku, which replace Zen imagery with Western observation; his loose-blank-verse portraits of Vermont neighbors, especially "John Dryden"; that great, humanist antiwar poem, "On Being Asked to Write a Poem against the War in Vietnam"; "Essay," about the prevalence of dead and dying animals in modern American poetry; his long-lined philosophical poems, more Jeffersian than Whitmanian; his long, elegiac verse letter in memory of his daughter, "Dearest M--the First Day of Her Death." If such riches rather upstage the 35 pages of recent poems that follow them, well, how could they not? Anyway, Carruth's present crusty-but-lusty-old-geezer persona is far from unrewarding; don't miss the concluding "A Few Dilapidated Arias."
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