By Marilyn Chin
Winner of the 2015 Anisfield-Wolf Prize for Poetry
From a poet of "dazzling longing" (Los Angeles Times), a beautiful new number of haunting elegies and playful quatrains.
Marilyn Chin is a poet acclaimed by means of Adrienne wealthy for her "powerful, uncompromised, and unerring" poems. Dancing brilliantly among jap and Western types, fusing historical chinese language heritage and modern American pop culture, she is among the so much celebrated Asian-American poets writing at the present time.
Chin's fourth quantity of poems, Hard Love Province, consists of erotic elegies during which the speaker grieves for the lack of her cherished. In "Void" she writes with the imagistic, distilled quietude of a solitary mourner: "It’s now not that you're infrequent / Nor are you awesome // O lone wren sobbing at the bodhi tree / you're basic and sincere." In "Formosan Elegy," in contrast, she is that mourner, past simplicity or quietude, crying out for a lover: "I sing for you yet my tears have dried in my gullet / stroll the outdated puppy provide the budgies a funky bathtub / reduce a young melon permit it bleed into memory."
Here, too, are poems encouraged via Chin’s poetic forbearers and mentors―Dickinson, Plath, Ai, Gwendolyn Brooks, Tu Fu, Adrienne wealthy, and others―honoring their paintings and descrying the worldwide injustice they addressed. "Whose existence is it anyway?" she asks in a poem for wealthy, "She born of chrysalis and shit / Or she born of lady and pain?"
Emotionally nuanced and electrical with high-flying verbal experimentation, photograph after photograph, line by way of line, Chin's astounding reinventions, her quatrains, sonnets, allegories, and elegies, are unforgettable.
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