I WONDER WHETHER David Lehman is thinking of hanging it up. There's a valedictory tone to his foreword this year--reflections on Keats's "When I Have Fears," on the passing of Louise Glück, some parting advice he gave to one of his classes. Hmm.
And can we read anything into this being the first BAP to include some of Lehman's own poetry? We get thirteen stanzas from a longer poem called Ithaca that similarly feels like closing up shop, as though Lehman were about to light out for the territory where oars are taken for winnowing fans.
That's not all. Three of this year's contributors--Glück, Saskia Hamilton, and Mark Strand--are no longer alive, and two of the poems are about getting messages from dead poets: Jeffrey Harrison's "A Message from Tony Hoagland" and Mitch Sisskind's "Jack Benny," which begins, "John Ashbery called me after he died [...]."
Is Lehman thinking hard about taking his journey west?
I hope Lehman hangs around for a while, but he is getting up in years (born 1948) and he has been managing BAP since its beginnings in 1988, so he's certainly earned the right to hand it off.
This year's guest editor is veteran anthologist Mary Jo Salter. Salter gives us a wide swath of the middle of the road here. The poems that are not from the New Yorker or one of the longer-established reviews (Kenyon, Gettysburg, Hudson, Sewanee) sound like they could well have been from the New Yorker or one of the longer-established reviews. All solid and professional, but a bit watered down, with no surprises.
Nice to have a crown of sonnets from A. E. Stallings, though. Are these coming back? Sara Nicholson had one in her recent book.
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