Ted Kooser. Photo credit: UNL Publications and Photography. Lovers of poetry will be pleased to learn that Louisiana State University Press has just published Pulitzer Prize winner Henry Taylor’s new and selected poems, “This Tilted World is Where I Live.”
Some of his finest poems are longer than the space this column permits, but here’s a shorter one that will give you a taste. Taylor lives in New Mexico.
Art and Life
In the Portland Museum of Art’s snack bar one July morning, a young woman worked at the board that lists the specials of the day. From her little stepladder she leaned in
with various colored chalks, using both point and edge, adjusting with her fingertips, experimenting with size and color, print and script, once or twice stepping down and back,
then homing in on what was to be solved. The whole thing might have taken her ten minutes. At last she moved a little farther back to see how what she’d done had changed the room,
while we, who had the good luck to be there at the beginning of her day, beheld the change she couldn’t know that she had wrought merely by how her red hair caught the light.
Ted Kooser. Photo credit: UNL Publications and Photography. Lovers of poetry will be pleased to learn that Louisiana State University Press has just published Pulitzer Prize winner Henry Taylor’s new and selected poems, “This Tilted World is Where I Live.”
Some of his finest poems are longer than the space this column permits, but here’s a shorter one that will give you a taste. Taylor lives in New Mexico.
Art and Life
In the Portland Museum of Art’s snack bar one July morning, a young woman worked at the board that lists the specials of the day. From her little stepladder she leaned in
with various colored chalks, using both point and edge, adjusting with her fingertips, experimenting with size and color, print and script, once or twice stepping down and back,
then homing in on what was to be solved. The whole thing might have taken her ten minutes. At last she moved a little farther back to see how what she’d done had changed the room,
while we, who had the good luck to be there at the beginning of her day, beheld the change she couldn’t know that she had wrought merely by how her red hair caught the light.