Maxine Kumin's 17th poetry collection, published in the spring of 2010, is Where I Live: New and Selected Poems 1990-2010. Her awards include the Pulitzer and Ruth Lilly Poetry Prizes, the Poets’ Prize, and the Harvard Arts and Robert Frost Medals. A former US poet laureate, she and her husband lived on a farm in New Hampshire. Maxine Kumin died in 2014.
A muscular writer, making literal hay from the farm world around her in this volume, as well as from the landscape of memories and inner worlds she brings so evocatively to life with her poems. I could reread this, and read more of her work, for certain.
A nice find, I look forward to reading more of Kumin’s work. Beautiful metaphors abound, grounded in nature, the body, experience. My kind of poetry...
This book, actually titled, House, Bridge, Fountain, Gate, is divided into five thematic sections. I really liked the first two and enjoyed the third, but with fewer Post-It flags. The last two, not so much. Maxine Kumin writes about the ordinary in extraordinary ways:
"That a man may be free of his ghosts he must return to them like a garden. He must put his hands in the sweet rot uprooting the turnips, washing them tying them into bundles and shouldering the whole load to market."
"Their chromosomes tight as a chain gang their genes like innocent porters"
"while his wife lay alone at home like a tarnished spoon"
"In phrases lazy as marriage running on, breaking off, beginning again"
I'm not sure this volume is a keeper, but I ordered Kumin's anthology. The woman can put together words nicely.
Enjoyed this collection, though it did feel a little uneven.
I really liked the last, short section of poems for her horse. I know, it doesn't sound like something I would like. I suppose that's why it was so well done...
I'd forgotten that I'd already read most of these poems in her collected works, but no matter, because I love Maxine Kumin, and I'm always in the mood for her. Nature, horses, Jesus, vulgarity, swimming: What more do you really need in a book of poems?