It is the idea that each of us carries an infinity - an oblivion - and love, of any kind, is a falling upward; a falling in. Each chapter explores a different stage of that journey.

    I am not impatient—My skin will wait to greet its old complexions.I'll lie here till the world swims back again. —from "Mummy of a Lady Named Jemutesonekh"Thomas James's Letters to a Stranger—originally published in 1973, shortly before James's suicide—has become one of the underground classics of contemporary poetry. In this new edition, with an introduction by Lucie Brock-Broido and four of James's poems never before published in book form, this fraught and moving masterpiece is at last available.Letters to a Stranger is a new book in the Graywolf Poetry Re/View Series, edited by Mark Doty, dedicated to bringing essential books of contemporary American poetry back into print.

    In her third collection of poetry, Viper Rum, Mary Karr delves into autobiographical subject matter; various beloveds are birthed and buried in these touching lyrics, some of which, as the title suggests, deal with drink:I cast back to those last yearsI drank, alone nights at the kitchen sink, bathrobed, my head hatching snakes, while my baby slept in his upstairs cageand my marriage choked to deathPrecise and surprising, Karr's poems take on the bedevilments of fate and grief with a diabolical edge of their own (Poetry).Also included is Karr's controversial and prize-winning essay Against Decoration, in which she took aim against the verbal ornaments that too often pass for poetry these days-the new formalism that elevates form to an end itself.

    Wright is one of America’s leading poets, an artist of idiosyncratic vision who demands ever more from words and poems. As Dave Eggers wrote in The New York Times, “C.D. Wright has been writing some of the greatest poetry-cum-prose you can find in American literature.”Rising, Falling, Hovering is a work of profound social, political, and cultural consequence, a collection that uses experimental forms to climb within the unrest teeming around the world and inside the individual. “We are running on Aztec time,” she writes, “fifth and final cycle.”In short lyrics and long sequences, Wright’s language is ever-sharpened with political ferocity as she overlays voices from the United States, Oaxaca, Baghdad, and the borderlands between nations, to reveal the human struggle for connection and justice during times of upheaval and grief.If a body makes 1 centavo per chile picked or5 cents for 50 chiles can Wal-Mex get it down to 3 cents. Pass the savings on to US.Will they open a Supercenter in Falluja once it is pacified. Once the corpsesin the garden have decomposed. Once the wild dogs have finished off the bones.Does the war never end. Is this the war of all against all.Who will build the great wall between us, the illegals, the vigilantes, theevangelicals. . .C.D. Wright, author of twelve collections of poetry and prose, is a professor of English at Brown University and received a MacArthur Fellowship in 2005. She lives outside Providence, Rhode Island.

    Fourteen “Idiot Psalms,” surrounded by dozens of other poems, make this his most challenging collection yet. “Idiot Psalm 1” O God Belovéd if obliquely so,  dimly apprehended in the midst  of this, the fraught obscuring fog  of my insufficiently capacious ken,  Ostensible Lover of our kind—while  apparently aloof—allow  that I might glimpse once more  Your shadow in the land, avail  for me, a second time, the sense  of dire Presence in the pulsing   hollow near the heart. Once more, O Lord, from Your Enormity incline  your Face to shine upon Your servant, shy  of immolation, if You will.