A new book of poetry from the celebrated poet and essayist, who has “wrestled eternity onto the page” (TheNew York Times).
Few contemporary writers ask the questions about faith, morality, and God that Christian Wiman does, and even fewer—perhaps none —do so with his urgency and eloquence. In his seventh book of poetry, The Dance, Wiman is at the height of his powers. These searching, sharp, wide-ranging poems are a testament to the staying power of a poetic voice we will be reading for years to come.
Christian Wiman is an American poet and editor born in 1966 and raised in West Texas. He graduated from Washington and Lee University and has taught at Northwestern University, Stanford University, Lynchburg College in Virginia, and the Prague School of Economics. In 2003 he became editor of the oldest American magazine of verse, Poetry.
What a stunning collection of poems! Wiman is a true wordsmith. I loved the layers in his poetry, the little turns of phrases that not only are pleasing to the ear but flip the meaning of the poem on its head. I feel like I could read this collection again and again and take away something new each time. Some of my favorites from the collection: “Prelude in Gray Major”, “Pity the Man”, “Jamesian”, “The Dance”, “Holding an Earthworm at Fifty-Eight”, “The Cage”, “Out of Time”, and “Year”.
Many thanks to the publisher and NetGalley for the ARC!
As a poetry lover, I must confess that, to be honest, I didn’t particularly care for the poems, Perhaps it’s because I’m someone who prefers collections of melancholic love poems; I don’t know. But I still have boundless respect for the effort that goes into writing poetry; after all, every poem carries a piece of the poet within it.
Pity the man who understands the gift and gravity of what is not, who lives to its conclusion the doctrine of Saint Paul: if being more means being less God’s truest form is godlessness.
Five-stars, but allow me to descend into gossip by asking whether the poem, Two Poets, where this otherwise Godstruck poet gets earthly catty and mocks two famous poets. A bit of detective work on my part has me guessing he is referring to Allen Ginsberg and Alice Walker. Thoughts?
Wiman is smart and witty in his exploration of the interior world of faith and spirituality. Perhaps a bit too heady for me, but I’d definitely try another volume of his poetry if given the opportunity.