Poet's Choice

Edward Hirsch began writing a column called "Poet’s Choice" in the Washington Post Book World in 2002. This book brings together those enormously popular columns, some of which have been revised and expanded, to present a minicourse in world poetry. Poet’s Choice includes the work of more than one hundred poets from ancient times to the present—among them Sappho, W. B. Yeats, Czeslaw Milosz, Primo Levi, Robert Frost, Pablo Neruda, Amy Lowell, Mark Strand, and many more—and shares them with all of Hirsch’s inimitable enthusiasm and joy. Rich, relevant, and inviting, the book offers us the fruits of a life lived in poetry.

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  • Format: Paperback

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780156032674

  • ISBN-10: 0156032678

  • Pages: 456

  • Price: $16.95

  • Publication Date: 04/02/2007

  • Carton Quantity: 36

Edward Hirsch

Edward Hirsch

EDWARD HIRSCH is a celebrated poet and peerless advocate for poetry. A MacArthur fellow, he has published nine books of poems and five books of prose. He has received numerous awards and fellowships, including a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, the Rome Prize, a Pablo Neruda Presidential Medal of Honor, and the American Academy of Arts and Letters Award for Literature. He serves as president of the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation and lives in Brooklyn.
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    "In this loving, enthusiastic guide, one experienced reader’s warmth and openheartedness help to unlock the treasure of poetry for a world of readers."—O, THE OPRAH MAGAZINE

    "A deft curator, Hirsch shows you the best vantage point from which to view the 130 poems in this invaluable guide."—THE ATLANTA JOURNAL-CONSTITUTION

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    spring’s messenger, the lovelyvoiced ­nightingale




    I wish I’d been on the street in Madrid on that night in 1934 when Pablo Neruda, who was then Chile’s consul to Spain, told Miguel Hernández that he had never heard a nightingale. It is too cold for nightingales to survive in Chile. Hernández grew up in a goatherding family in the province of Alicante, and he immediately scampered up a high tree and imitated a nightingale’s liquid song. Then he climbed up another tree and created the sound of a second nightingale answering. He could have been joyously illustrating Boris Pasternak’s notion of poetry as “two nightingales ­dueling.”


               I once told this story to the writer William Maxwell, and he said that learning how to sing like nightingales in treetops ought to be a requirement for poets. It should be taught, like prosody, in writing programs. The Romantic poets might have agreed: Wordsworth called the nightingale a creature of “fiery heart”; Keats inscribed its music forever in his famous ode (“Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird!”); John Clare observed one assiduously as a boy (“she is a plain bird something like the hedge sparrow in shape and the female Firetail or Redstart in color but more slender then the former and of a redder brown or scorched color then the latter”); and Shelley ­declared:




    A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its ­own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the ­melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, ­yet know not whence or ­why.




    The singing of a nightingale becomes a metaphor for writing poetry here, and listening to that bird—that natural music—becomes a meta­­phor for reading ­it.


               One could write a good book about nightingales in poetry. It would begin with one of the oldest legends in the world, the poignant tale of Philomela, that poor ravished girl who had her tongue cut out and was changed into the nightingale, which laments in darkness but nonetheless expresses its story. The tale reverberates through all of Greco­-­Roman literature. Ovid gave it a poignant rendering in Metamorphoses, and it echoed down the centuries from Shakespeare (Titus Andronicus) to Matthew Arnold (“Philomela”) and T. S. Eliot (“The Waste ­Land”).


               One of my favorite poems about “spring’s messenger” is by Jorge Luis Borges, the Argentine fabulist, who may never have heard a nightingale, and yet, through poetry, had a lifelong relationship with the unseen ­bird.




    To the Nightingale


    Out of what secret English summer ­evening


    or night on the incalculable ­Rhine,


    lost among all the nights of my long ­night,


    could it have come to my unknowing ­ear,


    your song, encrusted with ­mythology,


    nightingale of Virgil and the ­Persians?


    Perhaps I never heard you, but my ­life


    is bound up with your life, ­inseparably.

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    The symbol for you was a wandering ­spirit


    in a book of enigmas. The poet, El ­Marino,


    nicknamed you the “siren of the ­forest”;


    you sing throughout the night of ­Juliet


    and through the intricate pages of the ­Latin


    and from his pinewoods, Heine, that ­other


    nightingale of Germany and ­Judea,


    called you mockingbird, firebird, bird of ­mourning.


    Keats heard your song for everyone, ­forever.


    There is not one among the shimmering ­names


    people have given you across the ­earth


    that does not seek to match your own ­music,


    nightingale of the dark. The Muslim dreamed ­you

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    in the delirium of ­ecstasy,


    his breast pierced by the thorn of the sung ­rose


    you redden with your blood. ­Assiduously


    in the black evening I contrive this ­poem,


    nightingale of the sands and all the ­seas,


    that in exultation, memory, and ­fable,


    you burn with love and die in liquid ­song.


    (translated by Alastair Reid) 

    Copyright © 2006 by Edward Hirsch


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    mailed to the following address: Permissions Department, Harcourt, Inc.,

    6277 Sea Harbor Drive, Orlando, Florida 32887­-­6777.

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  • Format: Paperback

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780156032674

  • ISBN-10: 0156032678

  • Pages: 456

  • Price: $16.95

  • Publication Date: 04/02/2007

  • Carton Quantity: 36

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