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816 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2010
...It had its task:
to imagine the future. Steadily flying around,
patiently bearing small twigs to the solitude
of the exposed tree in the steady coldness
of the outside world...
Louise Glück, Nest
...Those were the afternoons. Evenings
she took in piecework, the treadle machine
with its locomotive whir
traveling the lit path of the needle
through quicksand taffeta
or velvet deep as a forest.
And now and now sang the treadle,
I know, I know....
Rita Dove, My Mother Enters the Work Force
Many times I’d still be in my pajamas at noon or one. I’ve always liked the uniform of the poet. I’ve gone through some nice pajamas. This was in the old days. My discipline is interior now. –Kay Ryan, from “The Art of Poetry #94″ (Paris Review, Winter 2008)