“ ‘Though I am staggered, I am not undone,’ Nadine Sabra Meyer writes in her lucid, precise and well-crafted second book, a testament of moving into another stage of life. I am heartened by this heartfelt book of grief and sanctuary.”—Edward Hirsch
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Reviews / Endorsements
“These new poems from Nadine Meyer are lushly stark and beautifully forbidding. They deal with family and death and hope, ‘a diminishing triangle of light on the sea.’ They deal with ‘the gears of heaven and earth,’ and ‘the panorama of loneliness’ and the ‘well-lit emptiness’ of toasts and prayers. The music is intoxicating and, at times, fairy-talish and completely absorbing. The poems in Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, face down their ghosts—in ‘Go’ a mother’s final breaths are experienced first hand, from the interior. There’s bravery here and lasting wisdom. We may want such gifts from our poetry, though we seldom get them.”—Philip Schultz
“I admire the fierce attentiveness of Nadine Sabra Meyer’s poems: their formal elegance, their elegiac habit. Her subject is the body in pleasure, the body in pain, the mutable body, and the legible body. I am reminded of the care and rare mastery of such poets as Louise Bogan, Anthony Hecht, Elizabeth Bishop, and Frank Bidart. Meyer’s poems are at once intimate and complex, lyrically taut and narratively captivating.”—Eric Pankey
“Reading these poems one seems to be watching the poet perform a dangerous and revealing dance on a small platform hanging high above a fierce and threatening sea. The images, metaphor built upon metaphor, come at the reader in waves, inspiring awe at a poet who can maintain her balance amid so much deep love and devastation. This is an impressive performance indeed.”—Peter Stitt
From the Book:
NIGHT ARIA ON THE WIDOW'S WALK
The attic stairs' creak and sag, the dormer window's high cranny,
The night starring my widow's walk:
Cold heads of nails glisten in the mineral-dark, the basin
Pitted like a battered kettle.
You can walk out into this dark broth, this salty absence, but drink
The night-poison, and you will never be the same
Always the dank pull to break the surface tension.
I know better:
I cling to the shingles, rain falling on the tin can roof,
Water buckets plashing tomato plants.
I have no power but that of observation.
His decision is his.
NADINE SABRA MEYER'S book of poems, The Anatomy Theater, won the National Poetry Series
and was published by HarperCollins. Her poems have won the New Letters Prize for Poetry, the Meridian Editor’s Prize, and a Pushcart Prize. Nadine holds a B.A. from Johns Hopkins University, an M.F.A. from George Mason University and a Ph.D. from the University of Missouri, Columbia. Poems from her new manuscript, Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, have appeared in The Southern Review, Southwest Review, Shenandoah, Literary Imagination, Boulevard, Nimrod, North American Review, storySouth, The Missouri Review, Prairie Schooner, Blackbird, Western Humanities Review and Ploughshares. Nadine is an Associate Professor at Gettysburg College.