Earlier Poems

Earlier Poems

By Franz Wright

Knopf Publishing Group, Paperback, 9780375711466, 245pp.

Publication Date: July 14, 2009

The haunting collection of poems that gathers the first four books of Pulitzer winner Franz Wright under one cover, where fans old and new will find a feast amid famine ("Publishers Weekly"), and discover how large this poet's gift was from the start.

About the Author
Born in Vienna, Franz Wright is the author of ten full-length collections of poetry. Walking to Martha's Vineyard (Knopf 2003) was awarded the Pulitzer Prize. His collections Wheeling Motel, Earlier Poems, and God's Silence were published by Knopf in 2009, 2007, and 2006. Wright's other works include the recent chapbooks ENTRIES OF THE CELL (Marick Press, 2010), 7PROSE (Marick Press, 2010), LEAVE ME HIDDEN (Marick Press, 2010) and THE CATFISH (Marick Press, 2007), and the full-length collections The Beforelife (2001), Ill Lit: New and Selected Poems (1998), Rorschach Test (1995), The Night World and the Word Night (1993), and Midnight Postscript (1993). Mr. Wright has also translated poems by Rene Char, Erica Pedretti, and Rainer Maria Rilke. He has received the PEN/Voelcker Award for Poetry, as well as grants and fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation, the Whiting Foundation, and the National Endowment for the Arts. Wright has taught in many colleges and universities, including Emerson College and the University of Arkansas. He is currently the writer-in-residence at Brandeis. He has also worked in a mental health clinic in Lexington, Massachusetts, and as a volunteer at the Center for Grieving Children.

Praise For Earlier Poems

“[Wright’s] hard-won revelations seem subtle but are potently rousing. He achieves a level of balance between the unseen and seen, the lost and found, that, like Rilke’s simultaneous sense of ‘stone in you and star,’ is masterful to say the least.” —Booklist

“Wright propels his work forward with clear details, brutally forthright self-knowledge, and a sense of being lost in America familiar even to the most found of us.” —Chicago Tribune