B Barbara Guest

Barbara Guest

28 şiir · Wilmington, North Carolina, United States

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Barbara Guest née Barbara Ann Pinson (September 6, 1920 – February 15, 2006) was an American poet and prose stylist. Guest first gained recognition as a member of the first generation New York School of poetry. Guest wrote more than 15 books of poetry spanning sixty years of writing. In 1999, she was awarded the Frost Medal for Lifetime Achievement by the Poetry Society of America. Guest also wrote art criticism, essays, and plays. Her collages appeared on the covers of several of her books of poetry. She was also well known for her biography of the poet H.D., Herself Defined: The Poet H.D. and Her World (1984). Born in Wilmington, North Carolina and raised in California, Guest attended UCLA, and then earned a B.A. in General Curriculum-Humanities in 1943 at UC Berkeley. She worked as an editorial associate at ARTnews magazine from 1951-1959. Barbara Guest wrote more than 15 books of poetry spanning sixty years of writing. "Her poems begin in the midst of action," wrote Peter Gizzi in his introduction to a collection of her work, "but their angle of perception is oblique." Her poems are known for their abstract quality, vivid language, and intellectualism. She believed that the subject of the poem finds itself through the writing of the poem and through the poet's imagination. "Disturbing the conventional relations of subjects and objects, of reality and imagination, is one of Guest's signature gestures," noted Gizzi.)

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Sleep is 20 remembering the insignificant flamenco dancer in Granada…

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That is why I am here not among the ibises. Why the permanent city parasol covers even me.…

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There we go in cars, did you guess we wore sandals? Carrying the till, memorizing its numbers, apt at the essential such as rearranging languages. They occur from route to route…

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Y otras pasan; y viéndome tan triste, toman un poquito de ti en la abrupta arruga de mi hondo dolor. Cesar Vellejo…

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Once more riding down to Venice on borrowed horses, the air free of misdemeanor, at rest in the inns of our fathers.…

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After so many hours spent in the room, One wonders what the room will do. Whether speech or action will be first, And whether the weather will be first…

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Grass grew long in the story. Pieces clung to bedclothes. In the night he believed he grew taller.…

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‘A New Era of the Plastic Arts has begun.' — Kiesler The world…

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Others about the embarking have reasons. I holding shreds…

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An opposing force nestles closer — to the four square of its joint the nimbus divides at an unfaded seam…

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Each artist embarks on a personal search. An artist may take introspective refreshment from green. Or so they say in Barcelona when air is dry.…

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At sunset from the top of the stair watching the castle mallets wrenched from their socket…

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