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Description
Bafflingly effective, this new collection of poetry from the winner of the 2004 Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize seems too brief and blithe to pack so much wallop. Intense and relaxed, buoyant and rueful, the singular music of Kay Ryan's poetry appeals to a wide audience. Her poems, products of an immaculately off-kilter mind, have appeared everywhere from the Sunday funnies to New York subways to the pages of "The New Yorker" to plaques at the zoo. "The Niagara River," her third collection for the "Grove Press Poetry Series" that began with the publication of "Elephant Rocks," promises to offer similar gems of hidden wonder.
Praise for The Niagara River…
Ryan’s poems make a singular, angular music that’s not quite like any you’ve heard, with sharp edges, densities of sound and syntax that can acquire the most mysterious clarity, and rhymes that come at you in the same off-kilter way that the observations do. These poems feel as if they were built to last, and they have the passion, precision, and sheer weirdness to do so.” Christian Wiman, editor of Poetry, from the citation accompanying The Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize
Her poems are compact, exhilarating, strange affairs, like Erik Satie miniatures or Joseph Cornell boxes. She is an anomaly in today’s literary culture: as intense and elliptical as Dickinson, as buoyant and rueful as Frost.” J.D. McClatchy
Ryan’s poems leave the reader elevated or changed or moved but at a loss to say exactly how this effect has been wrought. It’s like arm wrestling with the scrawny kid in the schoolyard who pins you before you know what’s happened.” David Yezzi, Poetry
Full-brained poems in a largely half-brained world.” Kirkus Reviews
It’s not Ryan’s logic that makes her poems breathe fire, it’s her illogic, delivered with calm precision, like a masterful change-up pitch.” Kate Moos, Ruminator Review
I can’t think of another poet who makes me laugh as often as she makes me ponder the imponderables.” Laura Miller, Salon
Ryan brazenly questions the extent to which we are in control of, and thus responsible for, our own and others’ suffering. Her work . . . operates in an American tradition stretching from Dickinson through Stevens and Frost to Ammons and Bronk, where fidelity to the natural world works as a scrim for staging such self-exploration. . . . Empathic and wryly unforgiving of the human condition, the poems are equal parts pith and punch. The effect is bracing.” Publishers Weekly



