Living Things

Living Things

Collected Poems

By Anne Porter; David Shapiro (Foreword by)

Zoland Books, Paperback, 9781581952162, 176pp.

Publication Date: January 10, 2006

Description
"Living Things" contains all the poems in Porter's National Book Award Finalist collection, "An Altogether Different Language," plus forty-four new works. David Shapiro writes in his foreword, Anne Porter's diction is as modest as that of William Carlos Williams or of a poet she nurtured as a houseguest for many years, James Schuyler. . . . She has the quality of paying attention to ultimate reality that Fairfield Porter, who painted her so often alone and with their five children, told me should be the conclusion of every sermon. . . . She is an American religious poet of stature who reminds us that the idea of the holy is still possible for us. " Living Things" is a book for any lover of fine poetry, but will be particularly inspiring and meaningful to Christians whose faith is strong, and would make a beautiful gift.


About the Author
Anne Porter is the widow of artist Fairfield Porter. They raised five children together and she often served as the subject of his drawings and paintings. Though she has written poetry throughout her lifetime, she did not seek to publish her works until long after her husband's death. Her first collection of poems, "An Altogether Different Language," was a 1994 National Book Award Finalist.

David Shapiro is a pianist-composer who attended Northwestern University and Berklee College of Music. He has written music for theater and television, screenplays, and speeches for major corporations. He met his wife three weeks into college and proposed to her two days later. Now, after twenty-five years, they have four children. After suffering the agonizing loss of his sister to breast cancer, he was driven to write this book. He is a lifelong fanatic Chicago White Sox fan and waits faithfully for their eventual triumph


Praise For Living Things

"Porter's beautiful hymns to light, to friends and family, and to God, "an aeon / Of refining fire." Porter writes what might best be called plainsong: short, unadorned works that, like gospel or folk music, cut directly to the ambiguous heart of things. . . . It is a beautiful book, one in which fans of Virginian Hamilton Adair, Amy Clampitt and James Schuyler (often a guest at the Porter home) will find "That secret other poetry / Which never will be written." — Publishers Weekly