Many Times, But Then

by Ann Lauterbach

Overview

A collection of poems by the award-winning poet.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780292769076
Publisher:	University of Texas Press
Publication date:	07/03/2014
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	78
File size:	254 KB

About the Author

Ann Lauterbach is David and Ruth Schwab Professor of Languages and Literature at Bard College in New York.

Table of Contents

• Poem
• Then Suddenly
• The White Sequence
• Single File
• Winter Sky
• Configuration of One
• True and False Green
• Alternating Articles
• Gray Morning
• Window
• Chalk
• After All
• Standing at a Distance
• The Sunday Paper
• Parabolas of Spring
• As It Turns Out
• Second Descent: 1975
• Quotations from Reality
• Connie’s Window, Nantucket
• Words to Assuage
• January Hill
• The Day After
• Last Night it Rained
• September Solitaire
• These
• Stories without Endings
• Tremors in a Late Age
• Untitled Seascape
• Romance
• The Relinquished
• A Visit to the Country
• Between
• And So
• East River Barge
• Many Times, But Then
• Country Evenings
• The Green Scarf
• Reynolda Gardens
• Along the Way
• Gramercy Park Evening
• Chappaqua Reverie
• The Yellow Linen Dress
• Gardenia

What People are Saying About This

Phillip Lopate

The excitement of Ann Lauterbach’s poetry, underneath all, comes from its sense of high drama. Hers is a drama of manners just at the point where they are being torn away, and one is left without any devices—except perception.

One may admire the painterly, delicate language here, but not at the risk of ignoring Lauterbach’s very persistent and elaborated psychology. These poems are peopled: with men, mothers, friends, rivals, heroes, relatives dead and alive, all real and subject to the motions of grief or envy or gratitude.

Editorial Reviews

The excitement of Ann Lauterbach’s poetry, underneath all, comes from its sense of high drama. Hers is a drama of manners just at the point where they are being torn away, and one is left without any devices—except perception.

One may admire the painterly, delicate language here, but not at the risk of ignoring Lauterbach’s very persistent and elaborated psychology. These poems are peopled: with men, mothers, friends, rivals, heroes, relatives dead and alive, all real and subject to the motions of grief or envy or gratitude.

— Phillip Lopate

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