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Mar 25, 1989 · Mary Jo Salter. 3.87. 23 ratings2 reviews. Salter's collection, 1988 winner of the Lamont Prize in poetry, harks back to an earlier era and to an earlier style of poetry. Like Elizabeth Bishop, Salter offers a voice that is relaxed, accessible; the poems contain regular stanzas and frequent rhymes. Her open chattiness in the midst of careful ...
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Mary Jo Salter’s sparkling new collection, Open Shutters, leads us into a world where things are often not what they seem. In the first poem, “Trompe l’Oeil,” the shadow-casting shutters on Genoese houses are made of paint only, an “open lie.”. And yet “Who needs to be correct / more often than once a day? / Who needs real shadow ...
Feb 18, 2019 · Gathering background for this review, I was surprised to discover that the poems of Mary Jo Salter that I remember best are not the ones that her recent reviewers consider most typical. The Salter poems I think of first are “Welcome to Hiroshima” and “Common Room, 1970,” poems that look through the prism of first-hand, small-scale experience to confront evils on the scale of history. But I’ve conversed with readers who think of Salter’s usual subjects and approaches as timid ...
Aug 22, 2017 · 26 ratings4 reviews. A beautiful new collection from Mary Jo Salter brings us poems of puzzlement and acceptance in the face of life's surprises. "I'm still alive and now I'm in Bratislava," says the speaker of one of Salter's poems, as she travels with her unlikely late-in-life love, a military man. She never expected to be here, to know ...
Mary Salter may refer to: Mary Jo Salter (born 1954), American poet. Mary Elizabeth Turner Salter (1856–1938), American soprano and composer. Category: Human name disambiguation pages.
About The Surveyors. A beautiful new collection from Mary Jo Salter brings us poems of puzzlement and acceptance in the face of life’s surprises. “I’m still alive and now I’m in Bratislava,” says the speaker of one of Salter’s poems, as she travels with her unlikely late-in-life love, a military man.
