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What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
— William Blake
Praise for Jared Carter's previous books
Work, for the Night Is Coming
From beginning to end, this volume has the quiet passion of conviction, the voice of 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
Poetry After the Rain
A moving and magical book, charming in the best sense of that word. . . . Jared Carter is the real thing.
— Ted Kooser, New Letters Book Reviewer
Les Barricades Mystérieuses
Carter’s book is profoundly conservative, in that it suggests a return to tradition . . . is the only way to resuscitate a dead world and an impoverished culture. . . . This amazing collection of linked villanelles is Carter’s contribution to that project of recovery.
— Joseph Salemi, Iambs & Trochees
Cross this Bridge at a Walk
[This book] will delight you . . . It may also remind you of something important about being a reader or writer of poetry: literary theories come and go; good poetry stays good forever.
— Anna Evans, The Barefoot Muse
From A Dance in the Street —
Fire Burning in a 55-Gallon Drum
Next time you’ll notice them on your way to work
or when you drive by that place near the river
where the stockyards used to stand, where everything
is gone now. They’ll be leaning over the edge
of the barrel, getting it started — they’ll step back
suddenly, and hold out their hands, as though
something fearful had appeared at its center.
Others will be coming over by then, pulling up
handfuls of weeds, bringing sticks and bits of paper,
laying them in gently, offering them to something
still hidden deep down inside the drum.
They will all form a circle, their hands almost
touching, sparks rising through their fingers,
their faces bright, their bodies darkened by smoke,
by flakes of ash swirling around them in the wind.