Joseph Parisi's anthology is intended, he says (p. 4), as a sort of "desert-island book," a bundle of poems you would choose to have with you if you could have no other. You can see that many readers might want such a handy companion, but Parisi starts to run onto the rocks right with his title, which limits the choices to "Modern" poems, and with the table of contents, which arranges the poets in chronological order and gives us no writer born after 1952. What the title really means, then, is a selection of twentieth century poems written in English, primarily by British and American writers.
I question the need for this sheaf, as well as the criteria for the editor's choices. Consider that in this 300-page book, we must read 223 pages before we come upon a poet not previously widely anthologized: Linda Pastan. (If you insist, I would back up eight pages to Geoffrey Hill, but no further.) So, more than three-fourths of this collection is old chestnuts easily found in poetry texts and anthologies fifty years ago, the 1970s and 80s. Just 17 poets wouldn't have been widely published until later. Even the youngest, Rita Dove, had received prizes for her work by 1985. What of the poets who established themselves in the 1990s and the two decades following?
Immediately, readers will have objections to this selection. What about Philip Booth? What about Richard Eberhart? Isn't it time to give up MacNeice? What about David Jones instead of three pieces by Frost? What about Lucille Clifton and Louise Gluck? For my part, I say, how can you represent Wallace Stevens by three poems from his first book and nothing from his mature work 50 years later? And--Are you kidding about Ogden Nash?
Others will ask what constitutes "modern." Parisi refers to "excellent poems written over roughly the last one hundred years (4), though excluding such fine work as Thomas Hardy's "During Wind and Rain," from 1917. Apparently "modern" means a sort of awareness or style which Hardy did not exhibit but which continued in the work of many other poets until, roughly, 2005. It definitely does not mean only poems born out of the Modernist period of the early 1900s.
Collections of this sort, perhaps any anthology, must omit so many poems, even where editors have set forth strict determinants, that we have to question their value or at least their objectivity. It would be more honest to publish a collection titled just "One Hundred 20th-Century Poems."
This is not to say Mr. Parisi's collection is unworthy--only that it is arbitrary. But it does lead somewhere. What a great teaching tool: to ask each student to prepare their own 50-poem selection, writing a justification for their choices: 50 selected 19th century English poems; 50 Black American poems; 50 Imagist poems; 50 Feminist poems, and so on. Just so we all understand "essential," or "best," or "great" is a subjective evaluation.