did, what other joys she felt,
the seeing brought pain.
So, not exactly breaking news but we have a new Poet Laureate: Kay Ryan.
Yes, KAY Ryan. Not Jeri Ryan. I know, I was surprised too.
Not disappointed though. Reading through some interviews and some of her essays (and, of course, poems) she is a minimalist and a bit of a pragmatist who is often compared to both Frost and Dickinson. She claims she is in the business of rehabilitating cliches and old themes imbuing many of her poems with that moment in which the reader recognizes the familiar presented in a surprising way. A nearly extreme individualist, Ryan believes that we come to know life in a negative sense, learning by consistently being wrong.
Carrying a Ladder
by Kay Ryan
We are always
really carrying
a ladder, but its'
invisible. We
only know
something's
the matter:
something precious
crashes, easy doors
prove impassable .
Or, in the body,
there's too much
swing or off-
center gravity.
And, in the mind,
a drunken capacity
access to out-of-range
apples. As though
one had a way to climb
out of the damage
and apology.
Check out her collection Niagra Rivers.
Enough.
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