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Henri Coulette was a 20th century prize-winning American poet, his first collection in 1965 winning the Lamont Poetry Prize. Remarkably, he only published one more collection during his lifetime, although he was working on a third at the time of his death. He was also a renowned teacher, being Professor of English and faculty member at California State University for virtually all of his adult life. In 1970, he was named as the university’s He was born on the 17th November 1927 in Los Angeles. He was bright enough to gain a place at the Los Angeles State College, now known as the California State University, and he gained a Bachelors’ degree from there in 1952. He had ambitions to become a writer and, with this in mind, he spent time at the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop, gaining a doctorate as well as working as a lecturer there. He returned to California on completion of his studies, joining the English department in 1959. He made sure that he could find the time to write poetry and achieved great success with his first collection, published in 1965 to great critical acclaim. It won the Lamont prize for and it also earned the James D. Phelan Foundation Award, a prize given annually to an outstanding Californian artist or writer. It took him another six years to produce a second book but this, The Family Goldschmitt, unfortunately appeared to fail, gaining little attention. It was reviewed favourably in some quarters though, one praising the author for Perhaps this setback discouraged him from writing more although a third was planned shortly before his death. In some ways Coulette appeared to be obsessed with the subject of death and the darker side of life in his later years. When an anthology of Californian poets was produced in 2003 (including two of Coulette’s poems) the editors noted his interest in Perhaps it was this fatalistic attitude that led to his writing an elegy for his departed cat called Petition. Here is this quirky little poem: The two poems that appeared in the 2003 anthology were Night Thoughts and Postscript. Coulette himself said that he took Although his published output was sparse, pieces of his work did appear in publications such as The New Yorker and the Paris Review. He also hosted a radio show called Poetry Chronicle on radio station KPFK. Henri Coulette died on the 26th March 1988 having suffered a catastrophic heart failure. He was 60 years old. His collected works were published posthumously, in 1990, the book containing a large number of poems never seen before.
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Is the cease-fire over, Venus? Spare me! Spare me! I beg you to remember I am not what I once was When under the gentle thumb of Cynara. Forbear,…
In Memory of David Kubal Your kind of night, David, your kind of night. The dog would eye you as you closed your book;…
Lord of the Tenth Life, Welcome my Jerome, A fierce, gold tabby. Make him feel at home.…
There are some questions one should know by heart. A world without them must be shadowless. Who was it said, Come let us kiss and part?…
I. You arrive in a new town. Your suitcase yawns. Your troubles…
We have ascended to this paradise, Make-believe angels hurrying to our choirs. Imagination is our Sunday vice; We are alone, alone with our desires.…
Where are the people as beautiful as poems, As calm as mirrors, With their oceanic longings -- The idler whom reflection loved,…