Richard Jackson is the author of fourteen books of poems, most recently Out of Place (2014, rpt. 2017) from Ashland Poetry Press, The Hearts’ Many Doors (anthology, 2017) and Retrievals (2015), as well as ten books of criticism, anthologies and translations. He is a winner of Guggenheim, Fulbright, NEA, NEH, Witter-Bynner fellowships, five Pushcart Prize appearances, the Dane Zajc residency in Slovenia, and the Order of Freedom medal from the President of Slovenia for humanitarian and literary work during the Balkan wars.
Praise for Richard Jackson’s previous books
His lines are clouds of love, piercing the sky with enormous empathy, rolling in the azure, torrents of passion, and are arrows at the same time, reaching a peak where they break, crying, cleansing the air, becoming ether. It is impossible to describe this in discursive language. With a melody that is unmistakably his own . . . he is a kind of Scorsese in poetry, but where Scorzese almost succeeds in his films, then stops, seals and terrifies us, Jackson adds a tender, vulnerable voice that blossoms and transforms us, and that is so unique and great, great in its truest sense in Richard Jackson’s poetry.
Richard Jackson has become one of our most important poets. His subjects are those for which poetry originally came into being. The essentials are his songs, his precepts, his adoration. It isn’t simply solace he offers, but it’s solace nevertheless that he lends us.
What you find in Richard Jackson’s great heart and spirit is poetry of generosity and fearless attention you won’t find anywhere else.
I think he is either the god Hermes or a sparrow. He is certainly a messenger. And what he says is contained in a single word, although it comes out as amazement, anger, joy, sadness, in an astounding cascade of images, and a variety of tongues. He is a poet of great sweep and vision. He is deeply tender. He is a master of music, one of our finest poets.