Poetry 365

June 14, 2013

frank bidart
Poet Frank Bidart

This month for Poetry 365 we’re featuring the profound eighth book from influential poet Frank Bidart.  In Metaphysical Dog, the Wallace Stevens Award winner focuses his “spiky free verse” on poignant explorations of “the war between the mind and body, ecstasy and obliteration, his mother’s death, and his coming out.”  Unconventional, emotional, and intellectually rewarding, this 39 poem collection shows why Louise Gluck named Bidart “one of the great poems of our time.”  So check out this bold new volume, sample a poem below, and make sure to stop back next month for Poetry 365.


Ropes of my dead
grandmother’s unreproducible
sausage, curing for weeks
on the front porch. My mother,
metaphysical dogAmericanized, found them
vaguely shameful.
Now though I
taste and taste
I can’t find that
taste I so loved as a kid.
Each thing generates the Idea
of itself, the perfect thing that it
is, of course, not —
once, a pear so breathtakingly
succulent I couldn’t
breathe. I take back that
“of course.”
It’s got to be out there again,–
. . . I have tasted it.

Russell J. (Readers’ Services)

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