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by Jared Carter

eBook After the Rain (Cleveland State University Poetry Series: XXXVII) (CSU Poetry Series) (CSU Poetry Series) (CSU Poetry Series) download ISBN: 1880834030
Author: Jared Carter
Publisher: Cleveland State University Poetry Center; 1st edition (March 1, 1993)
Language: English
Pages: 98
ePub: 1113 kb
Fb2: 1734 kb
Rating: 4.2
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Category: Literature
Subcategory: Poetry

A poet who knows exactly what he wants to say and how to say it . . . . Behind the range of styles and approaches, one recognizes a single honest and contemporary voice. (Dana Gioia) Winner of the 1995 Poets Prize. The 35 poems gathered here invite you to become acquainted once again with Mississinewa County, an imaginary world of small towns and family farms located somewhere in the American heartland.
Comments: (4)
Doomredeemer
I thought this would be a book that would be hard to obtain. I was able to purchase it and it arrived in a timely fashion and was in excellent condition.
Broadcaster
Jared Carter's second collection shows him growing more and more comfortable writing as a formal poet. There are stanzas that show the control of great contemporary formalists like Hollander is Wilbur. While none of his poems as a whole reach that stature, he seems well on his way.
It is when he turns to free verse that he seems to stumble. Rather than finding it liberating, he oftens seems to lose his rhythm, have trouble determining where to break lines ... in other words, he has the same problem all but the best free verse poets have. Not that he is asking, but if he asked me, I'd tell him to stick to formal verse. I would similarly recommend this book to people who enjoy neoformalism.
lifestyle
Well, here we go with another minor poet. Can Carter write decently? Yes. Can he project his voice beyond the derivitive clones that permeate modern poetry? No.
His recent background is respectable enough. A couple of minor awards. A hefty catalogue of printed poetry, a modest and vocal following. The problem is his choice of subject matter. While regional poetry (in this case Indiana) may seem aw-shucks down-home and interesting to those of us in the more urban of locations, Carter still fails to deliver on a sense of "worldliness". His verse seems contrived, and each piece reads as if he were valiantly fighting to achieve that higher level of writing you'd expect from a national poet. Then it dissipates. It leaves you scratching your head and wondering why he was incapable of taking it further.
Read it for its curiosity. But I would recommend spending your money on the poetry of Seamus Heaney or Robert Bly.
Maldarbaq
I have at least a thousand poetry books in my study, many of which were sent for review by ambitious poetasters of various levels. But I reserve a special shelf next to my desk for treasured tomes, those to which I like to return to bear the burden of time, and for lofty entertainment. All are written by master poets. Next to a first edition of a tome by the much maligned and forgotten Madison Cawein, I keep a copy of "After the Rain," a collection that won Mr Carter the 1995 Poets' Prize.

After the Rain

After the rain, it's time to walk the field
again, near where the river bends. Each year
I come to look for what this place will yield-
lost things still rising here.

The farmer's plow turns over, without fail,
a crop of arrowheads, but where or why
they fall is hard to say. They seem, like hail,
dropped from an empty sky,

yet for an hour or two, after the rain
has washed away the dusty afterbirth
of their return, a few will show up plain
on the reopened earth.

Still, even these are hard to see-
at first they look like any other stone.
The trick to finding them is not to be
too sure about what's known;

conviction's liable to say straight off
this one's a leaf, or that one's merely clay,
and miss the point: after the rain, soft
furrows show one way

across the field, but what is hidden here
requires a different view- the glance of one
not looking straight ahead, who in the clear
light of the morning sun

simply keeps wandering across the rows,
letting his own perspective change.
After the rain, perhaps, something will show,
glittering and strange.

As we can see and hear Mr Carter is a craftsman of the highest order. The quoted poem begins this collection like a tour de force. What follows are poems metered and unmetered, rhymed and unrhymed, lyrics and narratives that take us by the hand like a guiding light, a light that stays with us long after his pages have been laid away.