Co-Winner of the Sheila Motton Book Award of the New England Poetry Club
In the pivotal poem “Marking Time,” which appears almost exactly halfway through Peter Filkins’s fourth collection of poetry, the speaker reflects on the death of a sibling and how time is marked by our memories. These memories, these moments—whether spent contemplating a painting by Vermeer or the simple toss of a bean bag—ultimately shape who we are. “Yet you are with me here, with me here again, / where neither that moon nor you exist, but live / tethered to this memory composed of words.”
These are poems unafraid to be graceful and engaging. They attain an assurance and stability rare in contemporary poetry, while their careful balance of sadness and joy reminds the reader of the difficult negotiations we make in life.
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Table of ContentsIDismantling the BirchesTheh HuntersThe News at 109/12SunflowersThe GlobeOwen's SharkSolitaireChinatownRequiem for the Body SnatchersIISirensVermeerRockyGirl, 2, Pulled from PondBeanbag TossMarking TimeIIISpeed SkatersThe ViewWaterfall, Rock, TroutA Certain GrammarWeatherwiseA County QuiltLetter to Susan in SeattleConstable's CloudsThe Broken PianoA Stand of MapleNotes on the PoemsAcknowledgments
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"His subtle art touches the pulse of both sorrow and praise."
Peter Filkins's beautifully articulated, reticulated poems are filled with questions, and the questions they're filled with are the unanswerable ones. Their distinction and power lie in their ability to make us ask those questions, too, as if for the first time.
His subtle art touches the pulse of both sorrow and praise.
Peter Filkins manages to use form to lure the colloquial toward song, as well as to invest moments of song with an awareness of the perils and possibilities of our everyday world. It's a tension that is revelatory, and one that claims, at the end, the power of poetry to survive, and to help us.
"As one who hailed Peter Filkins’s stunning first book, I am happy to say that its great promise has been realized with The View We’re Granted."
A deeply moving collection. Filkins traces out the rhythms of loss and renewal, of childhood and adulthood, in a blank verse so skillfully worked it seems effortless. Very few poets today write with such power and assurance.