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Glyn Maxwell

Glyn Maxwell was born in 1962 in Hertfordshire, England. He studied English at Oxford and poetry at Boston University. His first book of poetry, Tale of the Mayor’s Son, was published in 1990. Out of the Rain (1992) won a Somerset Maugham Award, and Rest for the Wicked (1995) was shortlisted for both the Whitbread Poetry Award and the T.S. Eliot Prize. The Breakage (1998) was shortlisted for both the T.S. Eliot and the Forward Poetry Prizes. His early books are collected as The Boys at Twilight, which was selected as a New York Times Notable Book of the Year, as were his two most recent books, Time’s Fool (2000) and The Nerve (2002). Blue Burneau (1994), his first novel, was shortlisted for the Whitbread First Novel Award. Moon Country (1996) describes a visit to Iceland with the poet Simon Armitage in the steps of W. H. Auden and Louis MacNeice. He is currently the poetry editor of the New Republic.

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January

On the seventh, eighth, and fifteenth balconies strung colored lights persist through January. Somebody needs them, somebody forgot them, somebody said about them forget them it’s cold. Dismantling the damn things at all may be a stickin [...]

Dead on a Side Track: On Frost’s “War Thoughts at Home”

Fall 2006 | Essays

Abandon hope of sober analysis here: a new Frost poem has surfaced. There is something new in the old voice, another song in a stanza-form packed with salt and built to last, another note struck upon war broken out far away and near while another war breaks out far away and near: it’s a giddying moment for one who reached a point of such identification with that voice that he could no longer write in anything but, and trod the lanes of Amherst helplessly trying to compose in it, who did his own impressions of it at his own open mike in the woods, who wrote one last witless parody of it as some kind of shot at good riddance.

 

Suddenly Signs

Summer 2006 | Poetry

  Suddenly signs along the way were new, not seen before, but those too petered out. Now he was on a route            his own mistake            [...]