Selected poems
(Book)

The third in a series of handsomely designed publications of Selected volumes by major poets (following books by James Merrill and Frank O'Hara), this new selection from the whole of Stevens's career should bring this major poet's work to the attention of a new generation. Stevens is arguably the strangest of the High Modern poets, the most difficult to classify. While he partook of classical allusions and nods to American speech like his contemporaries, his poems take place in a world that is thoroughly his own, where a jar placed on the ground "made the slovenly wilderness/ Surround that hill" and Florida is a place where a woman sings by the sea such that it becomes "merely a place by which she walked to sing." Eminent Stevens scholar Serio presents Stevens's well-known favorites ("The Emperor of Ice-Cream") as well as lesser-known texts, such as "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together," hidden in the poet's only volume of prose. As this volume shows, we are still catching up to the force and individuality of Stevens's imagination, and perhaps we never will. (Aug.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

The third in a series of handsomely designed publications of Selected volumes by major poets (following books by James Merrill and Frank O'Hara), this new selection from the whole of Stevens's career should bring this major poet's work to the attention of a new generation. Stevens is arguably the strangest of the High Modern poets, the most difficult to classify. While he partook of classical allusions and nods to American speech like his contemporaries, his poems take place in a world that is thoroughly his own, where a jar placed on the ground "made the slovenly wilderness/ Surround that hill" and Florida is a place where a woman sings by the sea such that it becomes "merely a place by which she walked to sing." Eminent Stevens scholar Serio presents Stevens's well-known favorites ("The Emperor of Ice-Cream") as well as lesser-known texts, such as "Someone Puts a Pineapple Together," hidden in the poet's only volume of prose. As this volume shows, we are still catching up to the force and individuality of Stevens's imagination, and perhaps we never will. (Aug.)