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Collected Poemsby Donald Justice
This celebratory volume gives us the entire career of Donald Justice between two covers, including a rich handful of poems written since New and Selected Poems was published in 1995. Winner of the Pulitzer Prize, Justice has been hailed by his contemporary Anthony Hecht as “the supreme heir of Wallace Stevens.” In poems that embrace the past, its terrors and reconciliations, Justice has become our poet of living memory. The classic American melancholy in his titles calls forth the tenor of our collective passages: “Bus Stop,” “Men at Forty,” “Dance Lessons of the Thirties,” “The Small White Churches of the Small White Towns.” This master of classical form has found in the American scene, and in the American tongue, all those virtues of our literature and landscape sought by Emerson and Henry James. For half a century he has endeavored, with painterly vividness and plainspoken elegance, to make those local views part of the literary heritage from which he has so often taken solace, and inspiration.
School Letting Out
(Fourth or Fifth Grade)
The afternoons of going home from school
Past the young fruit trees and the winter flowers.
The schoolyard cries fading behind you then,
And small boys running to catch up, as though
It were an honor somehow to be near—
All is forgiven now, even the dogs,
Who, straining at their tethers, used to bark,
Not from anger but some secret joy.
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Chapter OneNostalgia of the Lakefronts
Cities burn behind us; the lake glitters. A tall loudspeaker is announcing prizes; Another, by the lake, the times of cruises. Childhood, once vast with terrors and surprises, Is fading to a landscape deep with distance- And always the sad piano in the distance, Faintly in the distance, a ghostly tinkling (O indecipherable blurred harmonies) Or some far horn repeating over water Its high lost note, cut loose from all harmonies. At such times, wakeful, a child will dream the world, And this is the world we run to from the world. Or the two worlds come together and are one On dark, sweet afternoons of storm and of rain, And stereopticons brought out and dusted, Stacks of old Geographics, or, through the rain, A mad wet dash to the local movie palace And the shriek, perhaps, of Kane's white cockatoo. (Would this have been summer, 1942?) By June the city always seems neurotic. But lakes are good all summer for reflection, And ours is famed among painters for its blues, Yet not entirely sad, upon reflection. Why sad at all? Is their wish so unique- To anthropomorphize the inanimate With a love that masquerades as pure technique? O art and the child were innocent together! But landscapes grow abstract, like aging parents. Soon now the war will shutter the grand hotels, Andwe, when we come back, will come as parents. There are no lanterns now strung between pines- Only, like history, the stark bare northern pines. And after a time the lakefront disappears Into the stubborn verses of its exiles Or a few gifted sketches of old piers. It rains perhaps on the other side of the heart; Then we remember, whether we would or no. -Nostalgia comes with the smell of rain, you know.
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Meet the Author
Donald Justice was born in Miami, Florida, in 1925. He is the author of numerous books and is the recipient of many grants and prizes, including the Pulitzer Prize for his Selected Poems (1979). He has taught at several universities, chiefly the University of Iowa and the University of Florida. He lives with his wife in Iowa City.
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Donald Justice writes wonderful poems. They are musical and have deep profound reflections on his childhood and the Great Depression. He writes also about his memories of piano lessons. Simply Amazing. It's a worthwhile collection. His poems focus alot on the past. His poems are accessible and light. I highly recommend him for lovers of poetry.