For Valentine’s Day 1986, Ted Kooser wrote “Pocket Poem” and sent the tender, thoughtful composition to fifty women friends, starting an annual tradition that would persist for the next twenty-one years. Printed on postcards, the poems were mailed to a list of recipients that eventually grew to more than 2,500 women all over the United States. Valentines collects Kooser’s twenty-two years of Valentine’s Day poems, complemented with illustrations by Robert Hanna and a new poem appearing for the first time.
Kooser’s valentine poems encompass all the facets of the the traditional hearts and candy, the brilliance and purity of love, the quiet beauty of friendship, and the bittersweetness of longing. Some of the poems use the word valentine , others do not, but there is never any doubt as to the purpose of Kooser’s creations.
Ted Kooser lives in rural Nebraska with his wife, Kathleen, and three dogs. He is one of America's most noted poets, having served two terms as U. S. Poet Laureate and, during the second term, he won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for his collection, Delights & Shadows. He is a retired life insurance executive who now teaches part-time at the University of Nebraska in Lincoln. The school board in Lincoln, Nebraska, recently opened Ted Kooser Elementary School, which Ted says is his greatest honor, among many awards and distinctions. He has published twelve collections of poetry and three nonfiction books. Two of the latter are books on writing, The Poetry Home Repair Manual and Writing Brave and Free, and a memoir, Lights on a Ground of Darkness (all from University of Nebraska Press. Bag in the Wind from Candlewick is his first children's book, with which he is delighted. "It's wonderful," Ted said, "to be writing for young people. I am reinventing myself at age 70."
From the publisher: "For Valentine’s Day 1986, Ted Kooser wrote 'Pocket Poem' and sent the tender, thoughtful composition to fifty women friends, starting an annual tradition that would persist for the next twenty-one years. Printed on postcards, the poems were mailed to a list of recipients that eventually grew to more than 2,500 women all over the United States. Valentines collects Kooser’s twenty-two years of Valentine’s Day poems, complemented with illustrations by Robert Hanna and a new poem appearing for the first time.
This one is my favorite of the collection:
Splitting An Order
I like to watch an old man cutting a sandwich in half, maybe an ordinary cold roast beef on whole wheat bread, no pickles or onion, keeping his shaky hands steady by placing his forearms firm on the edge of the table and using both hands, the left to hold the sandwich in place, and the right to cut it surely, corner to corner, observing his progress through glasses that moments before he wiped with his napkin, and then to see him lift half onto the extra plate that he had asked the server to bring, and then to wait, offering the plate to his wife while she slowly unrolls her napkin and places her spoon, her knife and her fork in their proper places, then smooths the starched white napkin over her knees and meets his eyes and hold out both old hands to him.
Now that’s a love poem! But not what I expected when I opened a book—slightly holding my nose in anticipation—called Valentines. The Hallmark holiday, harumph. When it comes to poetry, I like me some Wordsworth, a pretty conventional member of the canon, but I also like Blake, who’s maybe seen more as an outsider. I like T. S. Eliot, sure, with complicated figurative language and layered allusions, but I also like more straightforward writers such as Mary Oliver and Robert Bly. I like Celan, Anna Akhmatova, James Wright. I also like some slam/spoken word poets such as Patricia Smith.
So: All over the place. Which brings me to Ted Kooser, an insurance salesman and poet and former U. S. Poet Laureate and Pulitzer Prize winner and populist. Accessible, which for many poets and critics means no good. I like “difficult” poetry, too, but I think of that stuff as poetry of the head, whereas I have been also long interested too in poetry of the heart, of emotions, of deep feeling. Just because anyne can understand it doesn't mean it sucks, duh.
But where do I draw the line here? Valentine’s Day poems? I have written some myself that have been read by a single reader and never again by any others. (Destroy them!). Heart-felt, but often sappy. Not “literary” in most respects, something Kooser himself acknowledges about his poems in his introduction to this volume. I sometimes do like “occasional” poems, though, and poems in interesting, even sometimes gimmicky, forms, such as concrete poetry or poems for weddings and funerals. I love Richard Hugo’s 31 Letters and 13 Dreams. I like poetic forms as much as free verse.
I liked the haiku exchanges Kooser did with his friend Jim Harrison (Braided Creek). I liked his later writing “postcard poems” to Harrison every day after he took early morning walks as he recovered from melanoma (Winter Morning Walks). The gimmick of this collection is that Kooser wrote Valentine’s Day poems to his wife, but then—with his wife’s blessing--sent them playfully out to a widening audience of women over the space of many years, several hundred, on postcards, until he decided to stop in 2007, overwhelmed by the task and expense. I think that is a cool idea, and I think it is cooler still that there is both “literary” appeal to some of them and also that some that are just fun, Kooser not taking himself or poetry too seriously.
Here’s Kooser on NPR on (his) Valentines poetry, and at this link you can hear him read and read along with several poems from the collection:
This is just one of the leathery eggs the scuffed-up, dirty turtle of the moon buried early in spring, her eyes like stars fixed on the future, and, inside its red skin, whiteness, like all of the moons to come, and marvelous, buttered with light.
For Valentine's Day, Charles and I went out to eat at Nha Trang—-very good Chinese and Vietnamese food—-and I had one of the most romantic moments of my life. Charles and I had both heard about Ted Kooser's book of Valentine poems coming out, so I was telling him during dinner that I had heard one of the poems on NPR that morning and discussing what I like about Kooser poetry in general. And Charles was saying what he liked too, which confused me, so I asked if he'd had the chance to read much Kooser. And then he took the new book, which he had bought, out of his coat pocket. And then he read me the poem “Sharing an Order,” which he had selected ahead of time for the moment. And the poem itself was so sweet and sad and perfectly fitting for the occasion, and Charles read it just the way I think Kooser would've, and it was so romantic to have poetry unashamedly read to me in a restaurant, and to be given the one Valentine gift I might've ever indulged in for myself...it was overwhelming. My throat swelled up and my eyes got teary and...wow.
For several years (maybe 2000-2004), I was a happy recipient of a Valentine postcard from Ted Kooser. The first year I didn't know it was his tradition or that Ted Kooser was a big deal. I came to look forward to and cherish those little poems--most of those years they were the only Valentines I received--and it was pure delight to read them collected along with the others that came before and after.
This is lovely. Just purely, utterly, magically lovely. It's not the essence of romance or love, and it doesn't evoke feelings of romance or love. It simply is romance in a calm, still, steady and ever-lasting way which doesn't get old and is always delightful. It is a collection of truly honest poems. Which is a rather rare commodity. Read this. I really think you should read this.
Charming and delightful. I love that this is a collection of actual Valentine’s Day poems Kooser wrote for years and sent to his female friends and readers, an act of “foolishness” as he calls it that his wife encouraged. The ones I especially enjoyed in this collection are Pocket Poem, Song of the Ironing Board, In The Alley, A Map of the World, Skater, Screech Owl, Oh Mariarchi Me, A New Potato, This Paper Boat.
In 1986, Ted Kooser sent out a Valentine's Day poem to fifty female friends. It became a tradition and over the years his mailing list grew to more than 2,500 women. He sent his last Valentine in 2007 and this book collects all twenty-one poems, each poem opposite a wonderful sketch by Robert Hanna. The artwork has nothing to do with the poems, but instead focuses on Kooser's home (and dog!), giving a great sense of where Kooser lives and works that, in the end, only adds to the cozy atmosphere of the poems.
The poems are warm, domestic, wintry, good-humored, friendly, and sometimes a little sexy. They're not all love poems, but they're all romantic in one way or another. As long as you find ironing boards or potatoes romantic. I do. Kooser's simple, honest writing makes it easy.
My favorites: "A Perfect Heart," "A Heart of Gold," "Song of the Ironing Board," "Inventory," "Splitting an Order," "A New Potato," and "The Hog-Nosed Snake."
Five stars. I'm definitely going to try more by him.
1/31/11: Just as good the second time around! Highly recommended if you like domestic, observational poetry with an edge of sweetness.
1/16/23: Hilariously, "Tattoo," my favorite Ted Kooser poem about a heart, isn't even in here, but I thought it was and was looking forward to reading it. Wasn't I surprised when I got to the end. Still, five stars.
I can imagine a couple of criticisms of this collection by Ted Kooser: (1) that if you've followed Kooser's poetry over the years, you've already encountered at least a good half of these poems and (2) at only 60 pages, with every other page being illustrated, it's quite short for the price of a full collection.
I would counter these (imagined) criticisms by saying (1) I thoroughly enjoyed seeing these poems on a focused theme together. The cumulative effect of the whole volume was quite lovely, even if you're familiar with some of the poems. And (2) the book, with its illustrations, is very attractive, and the poems are just perfect. Kooser's exploration of many types of love is (as you would expect) funny, surprising, and precise. I think that this is a book that would satisfy just about any poetry reader--be they casual or academic--and certainly any fan of Kooser's.
Ted Kooser"s poems are always chock full of things you can easily visualize, and I like that about this collection too. Some poems are more Valentines-y than others but no matter which you read, you come away from the poem with a crystal clear image of a crystal clear moment in your mind.
A beautiful, lovely book -- as if reading the world through rose-colored glasses.
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My favorite poems:
~ A Heart of Gold
~ Tracks
~ The Bluet
~ A Map of the World
~ This Paper Boat
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My favorite quotes:
~ "But the feeling is indelible, and longing infinite, a starburst compass pointing in all directions two loves might go, a fresh breeze swelling their sails, the future uncharted, still far from the edge where the sea pours into the stars." (page 29, A Map of the World)
~ "And if you find it caught in the reeds, its message blurred, the thought that you are holding it a moment is enough for me." (page 43, This Paper Boat)
Poetry's not really my bag, although I'm trying to get better about experimenting with it. I'm certain that there are poets I'll respond to, and I want to understand it better. It's hard for me to talk intelligently about it, though, since I feel so inexperienced. I haven't read enough to have context, so I'm just doing the knee-jerk "I liked it" thing.
However, I did like it. Especially "Splitting an Order," my favorite, "Home Storage Barns," a close second, and the quirky, evocative "The Celery Heart." For what that's worth.
I don't feel that I can fairly rate this book of poems since it is not really my main genre of interest. I agree with other reviewers that Splitting An Order was touching, but the rest of the poems didn't really stand out or move me. However, I'm sure they are beautiful and have deep meaning to those who enjoy and appreciate this genre.
Kooser takes the seemingly least memorable and mundane of life's experiences and turns them into beautiful and noteworthy works of art. This is why we read poetry. Thanks to David S. for introducing me to this Nobel laureate ; )
I liked this book of Valentines alot. Ted writes a valentine a year and sends it out on a postcard to all his female friends. The last one for his wife ...was one of my favorites!
When we think of poetry, we usually think of love. That is how many of us were exposed to poetry when we were young. Lines such as "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways" or "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" Many poets as well don't start by observing their environment, but by wanting to confess feelings to someone.
It is curious then that contemporary poetry now veers away from confessions of love.
But Ted Kooser is not a mortal like us. In spite of thousands of history, he manages to make love poems sound fresh and anyone who hears them want to scream into their pillows.
One of my favorites is the one titled "Pocket Poem" showing the persona's nervousness and a nostalgia of a time when we used to sneak letters into someone's pocket or a page in their book. Nowadays, a message is only a click away. I love the last line in this poem, the persona wishing that the letter is still warm when the addressee finds it, implying that the persona wishes to always be close to their loved one...or maybe the persona is a stalker?
Another favorite is the poem "A Perfect Heart." At first, it's talking about instructions how to make a paper heart. But midway through, the paper heart becomes a metaphorical heart in the line "They make you careful, / just as you should be, cutting out a heart." And in spite of the title, a perfect heart isn't one that's perfectly cut, but one where feelings are in symmetry as in the line "Don't worry that your curve / won't make a valentine; it will. Rely / on chewing your lip and symmetry"
And of course, a Ted Kooser poetry book is not a Ted Kooser poetry book if it doesn't make you think about things you take for granted. Like the decorations we use when we're giving Valentines chocolates, which is the subject of "If You Feel Sorry." We make so much effort in decorating, but in the end, once the chocolates are eaten, those paper flowers will never be real flowers.
Ted Kooser shows us through his poetry book that there is still a lot of ways to look at love and Valentines. It need not be grand sonnets or melancholy of unrequited love. We can look at how we practice love. Cutting out hearts, decorating chocolates with paper flowers, giving love letters, as long as these practices live, we'll never run out of subjects to write love poems about. And of course, humor goes a long way.
"Midnight says // the little gifts of loneliness come wrapped // by nervous fingers." ( Pocket Poem ).
"In a light-late winter wind // the oak tress are scattering valentines // over the snow" ( In a Light-Late Winter Wind ).
"this Valentine's Day, I intend to stand // for as long as I can on a kitchen stool // and hold back the hands of the clock // so that wherever you are, you may walk // even more lightly in your loveliness" ( For You, Friend).
I was greatly surprised at the depth of these poems, I wasn't expecting them to be as beautiful as they were.
It's always a joy to read a few Kooser poems, wherever you are, whatever the time. This slim volume of Valentine notes (written over the years) brings exactly that: moments of joy and peace - and insight. My copy is particularly lovely because it was inscribed 12 years ago at the Poetry Festival in New Jersey and is to my wife: "To Carol at 68. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Ted Kooser (at 69)."
In his typically superb style, Ted Kooser here offers poems related to valentines, often in clever ways. The poems first appeared on annual postcards he mailed to friends and followers. Sensitive, humble, and wise, the collection will bring you joy.
I'm not sure how to rate this. I enjoyed reading it, but there weren't any poems that particularly stuck out to me. However, some of the ones I read twice were "For you, friend", "this paper boat" and "splitting an order".
Lovely concept and engaging story behind it. Nevertheless, not much of a book. Twenty-one "poems". Sweet mostly, pointless sometimes, pedestrian at others. Yes, and also touching, and two that I deeply enjoyed.
Your mileage may vary. We all have such different tastes.
...I too (though in my business suit and tie) Am a devotee of garbage- an aficionado of the wilted, the shopworn, and the free- and that I had for days been searching beneath the heaps of worn-out, faded words to find this brief bouquet for you.
Love all of Ted's poems. They are so simple and real and yet speak to something deeper and surreal. I love how he looks at the ordinary and shows you the wonder within it. Definitely recommend this author! Always!
Two of Mr. Kooser's poems were extraordinarily beautiful for me, and the artwork vibes are so lovely countryside. Shot-out to Kooser's wife for being so accepting with her husband's book venture with Valentines. I picked this one up because my husband and I were married on Valentine's.