Poetry Month 2016: Lynn Wagner
Neruda O you marvelousmaker of music whose succulent Spanishcelebrated all the ten thousandthousand things of our timeworn worldwhen you wrote open-heartedodes: knowing songs on such smalland strange objects as piscine scissors,soft woolly socks, y perro y gato,plato y pan. Neruda, you neverknew a thing you didn’t like.Dutiful diviner of unsettle sorrowshaped as a guitar. Childlike, youcharmed us, cataloging joy in this or thathumble gem; ever weighing our wantsfinding them wanting. O wooer of wonderwhat should we do? Teach us,the terrible materialists to answer life’sappetites with awe. For nothing is simplynominal. No, a cache for loveis kept in common things. [from No Blues This Raucous Song] “In No Blues This Raucous Song the language is as fresh and succulent as a cut pear. Wagner’s work is full of joy. It is also full of soulfulness and sorrow, but these are packed into lines of such delicacy and tautness that even woe sings like a plucked string. As I was reading, I realized that I was in the presence of a small classic.” —Lynn Emanuel “Lynn Wagner’s poems deftly honor our unruly impulses. She has a marvelous ear for rhythmic urgencies of the American tongue and a wicked wit. No word goes unnoticed on her shrewd yet passionate watch.” —Baron Wormser.