{"id":2568,"date":"2008-07-19T09:53:57","date_gmt":"2008-07-19T15:53:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/poetry\/our-new-us-poet-laureate\/"},"modified":"2008-07-19T09:53:57","modified_gmt":"2008-07-19T15:53:57","slug":"our-new-us-poet-laureate","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/poetry\/our-new-us-poet-laureate\/","title":{"rendered":"Our New US Poet Laureate"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Even dim Duhbya supports poetry, when the chimps are at the vet. A hearty welcome to Kay Ryan! peace, mjh<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a title=\"Dana Gioia Online - Kay Ryan\" href=\"http:\/\/www.danagioia.net\/essays\/eryan.htm\">Dana Gioia Online &#8211; Kay Ryan<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Here is &#8220;Paired Things&#8221; from Flamingo Watching in which image and abstraction dance so consummate a pas de deux that one wonders why modern poetics ever considered the two imaginative impulses at odds: <\/p>\n<p>Paired Things  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Who, who had only seen wings,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; could extrapolate the<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; skinny sticks of things<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; birds use for land,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the backward way they bend,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the silly way they stand?<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And who, only studying<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; birdtracks in the sand,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; could think those little forks<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; had decamped on the wind?<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So many paired things seem odd.<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Who ever would have dreamed<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the broad winged raven of despair<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; would quit the air and go<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; bandylegged upon the ground,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a common crow?  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Paired Things&#8221; displays Ryans characteristic style: dense figurative language, varied diction, internal rhyme, the interrogative mode, and playful vers libre, which elusively alternates between iambic and unmetered lines. One of Ryans signature devices is the counterpoint of sight and sound in the placement of her poetic language. Her hidden rhymes and metrical passages only became fully apparent when the poem is spoken aloud. &#8220;Paired Things&#8221; also hovers, as so many Ryan poems do, on the edge of allegory. <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.danagioia.net\/essays\/eryan.htm\">Dana Gioia Online &#8211; Kay Ryan<\/a> <\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>PS: In farewell, thanks to her predecessor, Ted Kooser.<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>After Years <\/p>\n<p>Today, from a distance, I saw you<br \/>walking away, and without a sound<br \/>the glittering face of a glacier<br \/>slid into the sea. An ancient oak<br \/>fell in the Cumberlands, holding only<br \/>a handful of leaves, and an old woman<br \/>scattering corn to her chickens looked up<br \/>for an instant. At the other side<br \/>of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times<br \/>the size of our own sun exploded<br \/>and vanished, leaving a small green spot<br \/>on the astronomer\u2019s retina<br \/>as he stood on the great open dome<br \/>of my heart with no one to tell.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Even dim Duhbya supports poetry, when the chimps are at the vet. A hearty welcome to Kay Ryan! peace, mjh Dana Gioia Online &#8211; Kay Ryan Here is &#8220;Paired Things&#8221; from Flamingo Watching in which image and abstraction dance so consummate a pas de deux that one wonders why modern poetics ever considered the two &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/poetry\/our-new-us-poet-laureate\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Our New US Poet Laureate<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2568","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2568","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2568"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2568\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2568"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2568"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2568"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}