{"title":"Brigit Pegeen Kelly","description":"\u003cp\u003eBrigit Pegeen Kelly was born in Palo Alto, California, in 1951. Her first collection of poems, \u003ci\u003eTo The Place of Trumpets\u003c\/i\u003e (1987), was selected by \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.poets.org\/poetsorg\/poet\/james-merrill\"\u003eJames Merrill\u003c\/a\u003e for the Yale Series of Younger Poets. \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.boaeditions.org\/collections\/brigit-pegeen-kelly\/products\/song\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"\u003e\u003ci\u003eSong\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e (BOA Editions), which followed in 1995, was the 1994 \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.poets.org\/academy-american-poets\/prizes\/james-laughlin-award\"\u003eLamont Poetry Selection\u003c\/a\u003e of the Academy of American Poets. Her third collection, \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.boaeditions.org\/collections\/brigit-pegeen-kelly\/products\/the-orchard\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Orchard\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e (2004), was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize in Poetry, the \u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Times \u003c\/i\u003eBook Award in Poetry, and the National Book Critics Circle Award in Poetry. Her many other accolades include a “Discovery”\/ the Nation award, the Witter Bynner Prize from the Academy of Arts and Letters, the Cecil Hemley Award from the Poetry Society of America, and fellowships from the Academy of American Poets, the Whiting Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, the New Jersey State Council on the Arts, and the Illinois Arts Council. Kelly passed away in 2016.\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[{"product_id":"the-orchard","title":"The Orchard","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eFinalist, the Pulitzer Prize, National Book Critics Circle Award, and Los Angeles Times Book Prize in Poetry\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e This stunning collection was a Finalist for the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Critics Circle Award and for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize in Poetry.  Richly allusive, the poems in Brigit Pegeen Kelly's\u003cem\u003e The Orchard \u003c\/em\u003eevoke elements of myth in distinctive aural and rhythmic patterns.  Her poetic strength lies in her ability to cast poems as modern myths and allegories.  Propelled by patterned repetitions and lush cadences, the poems move the reader through a landscape where waking and dream consciousness fuse.  Stephen Dobyns writes, \"Brigit Pegeen Kelly is one of the very best poets now writing in the United States.  In fact, there is no one who is any better.  Not only are her poems brilliantly made, but they also give great pleasure.  Rarely are those two qualities seen together in one poet, but in Kelly's work, especially in her new book, \u003cem\u003eThe Orchard\u003c\/em\u003e, it happens again and again.  For a lover of poetry, the result is pure exhilaration.\" \"…Her poems are like no one else’s—hard and luminous, weird in the sense of making a thing strange that we at last might see it, poems that from book to book show a strength that flexes itself, both formally and in terms of content, in ways that continue to, at equal turns, teach and surprise.\"–\u003cem\u003eAmerican Poet\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Satyr's Heart \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Now I rest my head on the satyr's carved chest,\u003cbr\u003e The hallow where the heart would have been, if sandstone \u003cbr\u003e Had a heart, if a headless goat man could have a heart. \u003cbr\u003e His neck rises to a dull point, points upward\u003cbr\u003e To something long gone, elusive, and at his feet \u003cbr\u003e The small flowers swarm, earnest and sweet, a clamor \u003cbr\u003e Of white, a clamor of blue, and black the sweating soil \u003cbr\u003e They breed in...If I sit without moving, how quickly \u003cbr\u003e Things change, birds turning tricks in the trees, \u003cbr\u003e Colorless birds and those with color, the wind fingering\u003cbr\u003e The twigs, and the furred creatures doing whatever \u003cbr\u003e Furred creatures do. So, and so. There is the smell of fruit\u003cbr\u003e And the smell of wet coins. There is the sound of a bird \u003cbr\u003e Crying, and the sound of water that does not move... \u003cbr\u003e If I pick the dead iris?  If I wave it above me \u003cbr\u003e Like a flag, a blazoned flag?  My fanfare?  Little fare\u003cbr\u003e With which I buy my way, making things brave? \u003cbr\u003e No, that's not it. Uncovering what is brave. The way\u003cbr\u003e Now I bend over and with my foot turn up a stone,\u003cbr\u003e And there they are: the armies of pale creatures who \u003cbr\u003e Without cease or doubt sew the sweet sad earth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e © BOA Editions, Ltd 2004 \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Available editions: \u003cbr\u003e ----------------------------------------------------------------------------\u003cbr\u003e Paperback ISBN: 1-929918-48-8\u003cbr\u003e Price: $14.95 \u003cbr\u003e Publication Date: March 2004\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"BOA Editions, Ltd.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":8419143557,"sku":"1929918488","price":14.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/THE_ORCHARD2.jpg?v=1527683600"},{"product_id":"song","title":"Song","description":"\u003cp\u003eBrigit Pegeen Kelly writes a lyrical, surreal poetry that flies toward the magical. Informed by a spiritual vision, her poems sweep us into new relationships, as the darkness that \u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003edoesn\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003et come down, but rises up. . . . It gets the ankles first. It circles \/ The ankles like flood water gradually filling\/The basement of a house. Dark water full\/ Of unnameable things.\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003ePercival\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePercival comes. If I pretend he is not here \u003cbr\u003eHe grows larger in the barn, filling all the shadows, \u003cbr\u003eAnd then I cannot go in to feed the cows \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I hear those who give milk crying for milk \u003cbr\u003eAnd I see their hearts, like children\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003es palms, \u003cbr\u003eOpening and closing in the garden. Even in winter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI keep the garden. And Percival, who never looks\u003cbr\u003eAt flowers, taps his fingers on the water \u003cbr\u003eThat has frozen in buckets in the barn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI hear that tapping. Even as I heard him coming, \u003cbr\u003eLast night through my sleep, through the snow, \u003cbr\u003eHis heavy black coat dropping like wings.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch6\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/h6\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e© BOA Editions, Ltd. 1995\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"BOA Editions, Ltd.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":10580621317,"sku":"9781880238134","price":17.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/9781880238134.jpg?v=1527683352"}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/collections\/bpk-2.jpg?v=1511300547","url":"https:\/\/shop.boaeditions.org\/collections\/brigit-pegeen-kelly.oembed","provider":"Boa Editions","version":"1.0","type":"link"}