Poetry. "It was July, the woods filled with the sound of wind in the pines, water over rocks, the language of forgetting." Like the wind, like water, the poems in Lynne Knight's sixth collection carry you along into territory you thought you knew but don't. Here is the house of your childhood, missing walls and glass, with bare earth for floor. Here is your mother, leaving you by slow degrees. Here is your daughter, watching you fail again. Knight has always been a poet attentive to the body, its desires and debilitations, and, above all, its dreams—and these shapely, meditative poems register the myriad ways humans trade the known for the unknown, which may be dreaming's greatest gift. In lines whose "swift insinuations" enter the psyche and shift its boundaries, Knight maps the country of loss with stunning, ruthless clarity; in so doing, she shows that art is a fortress against impermanence, that true poetry is unforgettable.
Lynne Knight is the author of five poetry chapbooks and five full-length poetry collections, the most recent of which include THE LANGUAGE OF FORGETTING (Sixteen Rivers Press, 2018) and The Persistence of Longing (Terrapin Books). Her work has appeared in a number of journals, including Kenyon Review, Poetry, and Southern Review. Her awards and honors include publication in Best American Poetry, the Prix de l'Alliance Française 2006, a Poetry Society of America Lucille Medwick Memorial Award, the 2009 Rattle Poetry Prize, and an NEA grant. I KNOW (JE SAIS), her translation with the author Ito Naga of his Je sais, appeared from Sixteen Rivers Press in 2013.Author City: ROYSTON, BC CAN