on 26 November 2006
Anne Stevenson is rightly regarded as a major American poet. She has produced a body of poetry that is remarkable by any standards. Born in England, she never seems to have shaken off a disdain for English people and culture.
Encompassing a enviable emotional and sylistic range her technical facility is never more than a means to an end. The end being clearly focused yet emotionally warm verse.
That's not to say, however, that she doesn't possess a biting wit.
Above all else, she is an acute observer of both minutae and the larger picture.
Popular within poetry circles, Anne deserves a wider audience than she has now.
This is another beautifly produced edition from Bloodaxe, who are, in my humble opinion, easily the finest UK publisher of contemporary poetry.