Nothing to Declare: Poems, by Henri Cole
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A bold new collection of poems of feral beauty and intense vulnerability The poems in Henri Cole's ninth book, "Nothing to Declare," explore life and need and delight. Each poem starts up from its own unique occasion and is then conducted through surprising (sometimes unnerving) and self-steadying domains. The result is a daring, delicate, unguarded, and tender collection. After his last three books--"Touch," "Blackbird and Wolf," and "Middle Earth"--in which the sonnet was a thrown shape and not merely a template, Cole's buoyant new poems seem trim and terse, with a first-place, last-ditch resonance. In their sorrowful richness, they combine a susceptibility to sensuousness and an awareness of desolation. With precise reliability of detail, a supple wealth of sound, and a speculative truthfulness, Cole transforms the pain of experience into the keen pleasure of expressive language. "Nothing to Declare" is a rare work, necessary and durable, light in touch but with just enough weight to mark the soul.
Nothing to Declare: Poems, by Henri Cole- Amazon Sales Rank: #220719 in Books
- Published on: 2015-03-31
- Released on: 2015-03-31
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.57" h x .55" w x 5.72" l, 1.00 pounds
- Binding: Hardcover
- 80 pages
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“It has been apparent for some time that Cole is the most important American poet under sixty. His late work has made the bland, generic poems of so many in his generation an embarrassment. His unsparing portraits are as scarifying as any poems we have.” ―William Logan, The New Criterion
“[A] sumptuous new collection of poems . . . Cole is known for his hair-raising erotic intimacy . . . but these poems are emphatically universal.” ―The New Yorker on Touch
About the Author Henri Cole was born in Fukuoka, Japan, in 1956. He has published eight previous collections of poetry and received many awards for his work, including the Jackson Poetry Prize, the Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award, the Rome Prize, the Berlin Prize, a Guggenheim Fellowship, and the Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize. His most recent collection is Touch. He lives in Boston, where he is a fellow at the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard University.
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7 of 8 people found the following review helpful. Elusive poems, some of which are mildly intriguing By R. M. Peterson NOTHING TO DELCARE by Henri Cole is my latest more-or-less-chosen-at-random sampling of contemporary poetry. I am somewhat ambivalent about the volume, as is also true concerning my entire project of seeking to expand my literary horizons by exposing myself to poetry of "quality".There are twenty-eight poems in NOTHING TO DECLARE. For the most part, the language is poised and controlled. I will concede, even, that it is poetic -- unlike the work of some other contemporary "poets" I have sampled. Many of the poems are in the form of five-line stanzas, each line being relatively short. There is no obvious rhyming. Here is one of the poems, entitled "Enlightenment Means Living":Writing this absorbed,I realize that the wordsare spilling all overmy legs, and I ask,"Hey, what's this?"When I goto the window,the words come tooand are just allover the place.It's as if my whole bodyceased to exist,and I experiencethe end of Henriin an infinitude of words.It is mildly intriguing and beckons me to re-read it. But whatever might it mean? Darned if I have a clue. And that is true for virtually all of the poems in NOTHING TO DECLARE.There are a few pieces (I find it difficult to call them "poems") that I found pretentious or gimmicky. One, entitled "Sphere", was first published in "The New Yorker". It uses the word "black" in almost every one of its twenty-two lines: black tea, Black Label, black locusts, black bear, Black Death, blacked out, black eyes, black book, black sheep, etc. It, by the way, is dedicated to Harold Bloom; other poems are dedicated to Jamaica Kincaid, Claire Malroux, and Helen Vendler. That practice, to me, is vaguely smarmy.My habit when reading books of poetry is to mark those poems that I think (or know) will be rewarding if and when re-read some time in the future. (I hope to have time for a poetry retrospective before I kick the bucket.) Of the twenty-eight poems in NOTHING TO DECLARE, I so marked seven -- which is a higher percentage than is the norm. Accordingly, NOTHING TO DECLARE, despite how elusive its contents are, seems to be better-than-average. But I doubt I will sample any more poetry by Henri Cole, even though I am not yet ready to abandon my project of randomly sampling contemporary poetry.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. Declaratively Non-Declarative By C. D. Varn Henri Cole’s Nothing to Declare is an elusive work of verse: elusive in the sense of its influences are felt lightly, elusive in the complexity of the emotions it explores, and elusive in the lightness in the language. Indeed, these elusive qualities make the title of book somewhat ironic: “Nothing to Declare” is written in a declarative mode more than a descriptive one. Even some of the techniques of Cole’s observation are based on irony of beginning with declarations. Cole will often begin a poem with a cliché or almost banal bit of language rendered declaratively, such as “Lincoln at the State House”: ‘The war / had ended, but people only realized / what he meant to them / after he was dead” which rings like a sub-par documentary line, but Cole doesn’t let that be the end. He complicates the pedestrian quite quickly but without a heavy hand. His average line is trim and short, reminiscent in technique (but not style or tone) to a poet like Robert Creeley.Cole has an eye for the surreal in the domestic and letting that surreal resonate as a representative of emotional ambivalence. He also allows nature into the poems quite often in a way that reminds this reader of Elisabeth Bishop with lines such as “probably only / an examiner / could distinguish / a raccoon’s bones” or describing a dog, “He prefers to give himself / up when hunted, rather / than soil himself. This is / civilization, I think, roughly / stroking his small ears.”This is not always an effective poetics: this tendency to start with the banal and casual and move surreal can lead to extremely heavy-handed metaphors in otherwise very clear verse such as, ‘I can stay in one place, / detoxifying experience like a kidney.” These missteps, which are sometimes seemingly unintentionally funny, appear to come from Henri’s love of French surreal poetry which seem to no-so-elusively show up in his verse. Also his tendency towards “anthropomorphism and anthropocentrism” does seem to almost narcissistically reduce the natural world to elements of personal drama, which is hardly unique to Cole.Cole creates a dense work that does not feel dense, a highly allusive work that does not call attention to itself, and a highly varied work that still feels of a singular voice. Strongly recommended.
2 of 3 people found the following review helpful. "Like a Piece of Meat with Eyes" By Amy Lowell The newest offering by Mr. Henri Cole is" Nothing to Declare" . Henri is one of our most talented and observant of American poets. His work is somewhere between Robert Merrill and Elizabeth Bishop. He gathers many lessons from the poets of the 50's and 60's. Born in 1956 to a military family. Attending the College of William and Mary, he starts publishing in the mid 80's. Steeped in the glorious generation of what I call the "WORD", Berryman, Lowell, Bishop, Merrill, (to name just a few), He has refined his words to the most simple. It is the impact of the words that is at times surprising and deceptive in their simplicity.You can read all the poems in an hour, but you will not forget them. Henri's poems haunt. If I were to make a summation of this particular book, I would use the line from " Free Dirt" " Like a piece of meat with eyes".....a description of the Poet ? A description of human beings ? A description of Henri Cole? One cannot get away from the idea that Henri is a mass of elements, observations and memories all tied to the meaning of love and the body balanced on a small sheet of white paper.Unlike much of the say nothing poems today, these stick with you. His wording and image are stunning in their simplistic package of a book.
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