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Windthrow
K. A. Hays



Carnegie Mellon Poetry Series

Carnegie Mellon
2017 • 64 pp. 5 1/2 x 8 1/2"
Poetry

$15.95 Paperback, 978-0-88748-619-7



New Poetry

Windthrow: a forestry term for the uprooting or breaking of trees by wind. The voices of K. A. Hays’ third volume of poetry speak out of nature’s violent transformations. At turns self-effacing and empathic, fearful and accepting, these are poems of heat: the heat of new motherhood, of uncertainty, and of grief. Here, the things of a teeming world—” the truck stacked with cut trees,” “the military jet, droning over,” and “the beachgrass, blown / with dusty miller sprout”—are bound for renewal and ruin. In poems spare and strange, Hays looks outward to lay bare the complexities of our emotional lives.

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Reviews / Endorsements

“K. A. Hays is an indispensable poet whose exquisite and fierce music captures the other-than-human world of fallen trees and scuttling crabs, skunk cabbage and damselflies, the mortal questions of all things that are born only to perish. She leads her reader into quietness, even while the world around her is storm-tossed, reminding us that “In widening, // a lily mouths its dirge / in praise of now.””—Todd Davis, author of Winterkill and In the Kingdom of the Ditch

"K. A. Hays's Windthrow takes us on intimate pilgrimages into imperiled spaces. Its subtle, finely-tuned art gathers up perception in its fissures and folds and offers it back to us as vision.  Austere in their unwillingness to chatter, extravagant in their willingness to unflinchingly face each hollowing-out strangeness of mind and world, these poems are radiant wonders."—Mary Szybist, author of Incarnadine, National Book Award winner

From the Book:

PETITION

Here floats the mind on summer's dock.
The knees loose up, hands dither off,
the eyes have never heard of clocks.
The mind won't feel the hours, the mind spreads wide
among the hours, wide in the sun. Dear sun,
who gives the vision but is not the vision.
Who is the body and the bodies
that speak into the dark below the dock.
Who to the minnows in the sand-sunk tire
seems like love.
Make us the brightness bent through shade.
The thing, or rush of things, that makes
an opening, a way.



K. A. HAYS's poems, short fiction, and verse translations have appeared in Best American Poetry, Best New Poets, and widely in magazines and journals. Born in Pennsylvania, Hays was educated at Bucknell, Oxford, and Brown universities. She is director of the Bucknell Seminar for Undergraduate Poets.



Sat, 17 Jun 2017 12:14:08 -0500