Each poem in The Infant Scholar is an homage to those born brilliant and vulnerable, those who carry around with them a great comprehension at odds with their age. These poems are built upon facts and observations unearthed while panning the world for gold: diamonds sewn into the Romanov corsets that deflected bullets, or a lift-off in some early space flight to the moon, with a chimpanzee at the helm; Iphigenia saying goodbye to her beloved daylight, and Edward R. Murrow describing what soldiers heard as they entered prison camps at the end of World War II: “the handclapping of babies.”
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Description
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Each poem in The Infant Scholar is an homage to those born brilliant and vulnerable, those who carry around with them a great comprehension at odds with their age. These poems are built upon facts and observations unearthed while panning the world for gold: diamonds sewn into the Romanov corsets that deflected bullets, or a lift-off in some early space flight to the moon, with a chimpanzee at the helm; Iphigenia saying goodbye to her beloved daylight, and Edward R. Murrow describing what soldiers heard as they entered prison camps at the end of World War II: “the handclapping of babies.”
Format: Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-936797-54-7 -
About The Author
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Kathy Nilsson earned a BA from Mount Holyoke College and an MFA from the Bennington Writing Seminars. Her poems have appeared in Ploughshares, Boston Review, Poetry Daily, Columbia, and Volt, among other journals. Her chapbook The Abattoir was published by Finishing Line Press in 2008, and in 2011 she received the Poetry Society of America’s Robert H. Winner Award. She lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts, with her husband and son.
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Critics' Reviews
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“Kathy Nilsson’s poems hold about as many promises as any I’ve encountered. … Her work astonishes me.” — Lucie Brock-Broido
“These poems startle me into happiness. They distract me from the dull matters at hand. They remind me of what it’s like to live.” — Timothy Donnelly -
Excerpts
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THE PILLS you take to help you sleep, sleep for you
When daylight eases in illuminating planks
Your kids will walk into the ocean, walls made
With tortured wood and yards force-fed like geese
Ballooning with fat, a mammoth in the driveway
Laced with insects and glistening THANK-YOU
RED—— by afternoon the thief has fled with sacks
Of diamonds the size of birds’ eggs—— your life is
Fake instead of a masterpiece and your dog is a sphinx. -
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Awards
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Honorable Mention, Berkshire Prize/Award for First or Second Book.
Each poem in The Infant Scholar is an homage to those born brilliant and vulnerable, those who carry around with them a great comprehension at odds with their age. These poems are built upon facts and observations unearthed while panning the world for gold: diamonds sewn into the Romanov corsets that deflected bullets, or a lift-off in some early space flight to the moon, with a chimpanzee at the helm; Iphigenia saying goodbye to her beloved daylight, and Edward R. Murrow describing what soldiers heard as they entered prison camps at the end of World War II: “the handclapping of babies.”
Format: Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-936797-54-7
Format: Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-936797-54-7
Kathy Nilsson earned a BA from Mount Holyoke College and an MFA from the Bennington Writing Seminars. Her poems have appeared in Ploughshares, Boston Review, Poetry Daily, Columbia, and Volt, among other journals. Her chapbook The Abattoir was published by Finishing Line Press in 2008, and in 2011 she received the Poetry Society of America’s Robert H. Winner Award. She lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts, with her husband and son.
“Kathy Nilsson’s poems hold about as many promises as any I’ve encountered. … Her work astonishes me.” — Lucie Brock-Broido
“These poems startle me into happiness. They distract me from the dull matters at hand. They remind me of what it’s like to live.” — Timothy Donnelly
“These poems startle me into happiness. They distract me from the dull matters at hand. They remind me of what it’s like to live.” — Timothy Donnelly
THE PILLS you take to help you sleep, sleep for you
When daylight eases in illuminating planks
Your kids will walk into the ocean, walls made
With tortured wood and yards force-fed like geese
Ballooning with fat, a mammoth in the driveway
Laced with insects and glistening THANK-YOU
RED—— by afternoon the thief has fled with sacks
Of diamonds the size of birds’ eggs—— your life is
Fake instead of a masterpiece and your dog is a sphinx.
When daylight eases in illuminating planks
Your kids will walk into the ocean, walls made
With tortured wood and yards force-fed like geese
Ballooning with fat, a mammoth in the driveway
Laced with insects and glistening THANK-YOU
RED—— by afternoon the thief has fled with sacks
Of diamonds the size of birds’ eggs—— your life is
Fake instead of a masterpiece and your dog is a sphinx.
No information is available.
No information is available.
Honorable Mention, Berkshire Prize/Award for First or Second Book.
