Between 1972, when he published his first book, The Signing Knives, and 1978, when he died at the age of twenty-nine, Frank Stanford published seven volumes of poetry. Within a year of his death, two posthumous collections were published. At the time of this death, as Leon Stokesbury asserts in his introduction, “Stanford was the best poet in America under the age of thirty-five.”
The Light the Dead See collects the best work from those nine volumes and six previously unpublished poems. In the earlier poems, Stanford creates a world where he could keep childhood alive, deny time and mutability, and place a version of himself at the center of great myth and drama.
Later, the denial of time and mutability gives way to an obsessive and familiar confrontation with death. Although Stanford paid an enormous price for his growing familiarity with Death as a presence, the direct address to that presence is a source of much of the striking originality and stunning power in the poetry.
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“Do you know anyone who got the best Of Death?” Frank Stanford was born in Mississippi in 1948, and adopted the day he was born. Four years later, his mother married A.F. Stanford, a much older contractor in Memphis. Until his death eight years later, Stanford raised the young boy as his own. When he was 21, Frank discovered that his mother had adopted him â he had always believed, or been led to believe, that she was his birth mother.We can smile at William Wordsworthâs line âThe Child is father of the Man,â but poet Frank…
Some of the Best Poetry I’ve Read Frank Stanford’s “The Light The Dead See” is a compilation from 5 of his other collections: “The Singing Knives”, “Crib Death”, “You”, “Arkansas Bench Stone”, “Field Talk” and a brief excerpt from his epic “The Battlefield Where The Moon Says I Love You”. There are also some previously unpublished poems.Stanford’s poetry is really like nothing I’ve ever read, death obsessed or not. His condensed surrealistic imagery which brings one face to face with a kind of Lovecraftian secret…
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