Day Unto Day

Advance Praise for Day Unto Day "Reading Day Unto Day is like listening in on the meditations of a nimble, restless mind hurtling through time. These poetic sequences can't help but engage with the idea of time, with the immediacy of the past in our lives--but they are also much more than this. Here, Martha Collins delves into the shiftiness of gender, the power of romantic love, the nature of the divine, the troubles of American national identity, and the certainty of mortality. Musically brilliant, psychologically intricate, movingly humane--Martha Collins is one of our most vital poets." --Kevin Prufer "Love, parents' dyings and deaths, a beloved's illness, our seasons, and our wars are woven here in fragments of narrative that often break into lyric notes. Notes perhaps of the subconscious, sometimes suggestive, sometimes unsolvable. Maybe not meant to be solved. Notes like little lights which sometimes sound like prayer." --Jean Valentine "The author of six poetry collections and three books of cotranslations from the Vietnamese and long a distinguished teacher of creative writing, Collins has earned the right to be meditative about the passage of time. This book collects work done during one month each year, for six years, when Collins wrote a short poem each day." --Library Journal Praise for Martha Collins "A dazzling poet whose work is poised at the juncture between lyric and ethics, Martha Collins has addressed some of the most traumatic social issues of the 20th century...in supple and complex poems. Those who have followed Collins's books have long since realized that no subject is off-limits for her piercing intellect. " --Cynthia Hogue, AWP Chronicle "In the very aptly-titled Some Things Words Can Do...the flesh forms an ever-shifting field whose erosion reveals what, for Collins, has always been the case: that language itself is both the most animate and the most trustworthy familiar we are likely to find. While verbal play, characteristically, figures in these poems...what Collins finally suggests here is dead-serious: what words must be made to do, finally, is bring us back to ourselves." --Carl Phillips