{"product_id":"9781556591587","title":"Holding Our Own: The Selected Poetry of Ann Stanford","description":"\u003cp\u003eWithin a decade of her death in 1987, each of Ann Stanford's ten books had slipped out of print and her final manuscript—completed just before she died—remained unpublished. Through the effort of two former students, this creeping silence will finally end with the publication of this major selected poems. Like her fellow Californians Robinson Jeffers and Gary Snyder, Stanford's poems are consumed by natural landscape and lost nature. Yet she is an urban poet, a poet of Los Angeles who published poetry, criticism, a translation of \u003ci\u003eThe Bhagavad Gita\u003c\/i\u003e , and the first major anthology of women's poetry.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cb\u003eListening to Color\u003c\/b\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003ci\u003eNow that blue has had its say\u003cbr\u003e has told its winds, wall, sick\u003cbr\u003e sky even, I can listen to white\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003ci\u003esweet poison flowers hedge autumn under a sky white at the edges\u003cbr\u003e like faded paper. My message keeps\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003ci\u003eturning to yellow where few leaves\u003cbr\u003e set up first fires over branches\u003cbr\u003e tips of flames only, nothing here finished yet.\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"All she knows, though it's awesome, doesn't clog her spontaneity or impede the freshness of her senses. The whole book is brave and good.\"—May Swenson\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Crystalline would be the word for the illuminating clarity of Ann Stanford's poetry—except that hers is not an inorganic but a living crystal. Few poets today better exemplify the criteria of wholeness, harmony, and radiance that the great philosopher said all art should possess. Hers is an intimate but luminous vitality.\"—Kenneth Rexroth\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"She is one of our best lyricists.\"—James Dickey\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cb\u003eAnn Stanford\u003c\/b\u003e (1916-1987) lived her whole life in Southern California. With degrees from Stanford and U.C.L.A., she taught at California State University for twenty-five years. Her books were published by Viking and the influential Swallow Press, and her poems appeared regularly in \u003ci\u003eThe New Yorker, Atlantic Monthly, \u003c\/i\u003e and many other magazines.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cb\u003eHolding Our Own\u003c\/b\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA summer without passion\u003cbr\u003e our selves pulled together\u003cbr\u003e like the leaves surrounding the branches\u003cbr\u003e each branch part of the tree\u003cbr\u003e the tree round, holding its own in the air.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe music begins\u003cbr\u003e round globes of sound\u003cbr\u003e weld it togethe\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Copper Canyon Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47062249373936,"sku":"9781556591587","price":16.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781556591587_p0.jpg?v=1763758023","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781556591587","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}