The poems in Joseph Stroud’s sixth book, Everything That Rises , explore living in a mortal world, the passage of time, aging, the experience of loss, the power of memory, and the redemptive possibilities of poetry. The book is sequenced into six sections, each distinctive in theme and style. It includes a variety of forms, from six-line lyrics, prose poems, slender vertical poems, odes, homages, reveries, and longer narrative, ruminative works. One section presents translations from Virgil, Catullus, Tu Fu, Pablo Neruda, and poems from the ancient Sanskrit and Tamil. Wide-ranging in subject, setting, and literary and cultural allusion, Stroud’s poems move quietly, reverently across the earth and through time with a keen observation and wonder at the world’s luminous presence.
What an elegant and wise poet is Joseph Stroud. I feel really tempted to start reading his books all over again once I have finished them. I just miss him so much when he’s not around.
"Why all the flowers in your house? my visitor asks-- yellow tulips on the kitchen windowsill, sunflowers in a tall glass vase on the table, Peruvian lilies, oxeye daisies, flaming nasturtiums. I tell him winter is coming, the long nights are coming. I tell him flowers are the candles of my spirit, they are a balance between stars and sorrow. Oh, he says, I thought someone might've died. Someone has died, I say, all my friends are dying. I, too, can see the tunnel up ahead, and I don't think there's light at the end of it. Therefore in this world I place flowers throughout my house: they light up my rooms, they are a kind of quiet burning, and their evanescence makes me attend to what is important in my life, among other things, for example, these flowers."
Strong collection of works some tackling his earlier years and some depicting the environments in today’s Wild West. Draws out the presence of spirit that envelops your world.