sky bright psalms

Poetry Collection by Temple Cone: Temple Cone is Professor of English at the United States Naval Academy and the former Poet Laureate for the City of Annapolis. He is the author of four books of poetry: Guzzle; That Singing; The Broken Meadow which received the 2010 Old Seventy Creek Poetry Press Series Prize; and No Loneliness which received the 2009 FutureCycle Press Poetry Book Prize. He has also published seven poetry chapbooks as well as critical reference works on Cormac McCarthy Walt Whitman and 20th-Century American Poetry. He holds a Ph.D. in Literature from the University of Wisconsin an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from the University of Virginia an M.A. in Creative Writing from Hollins University and a B.A. in Philosophy from Washington and Lee University. He lives in Maryland with his family.The poems of Temple Cone are firmly rooted in the ancient dictum of Heraclitus: the way up and the way down are one. Here are poems that demonstrate again and again that the only way to reach the other world the world of visions and ecstasies is to go further into the brilliant muck and mire of this one. Here are poems with a sacred hunger to scorch / acres of gold into brass burn / just for the savage wonder of it. Here in convincing lines is a psalm.Joseph Fasanoauthor of The Dark Heart of Every Wild ThingWith an assured and nimble grip on language Temple Cones luminous Sky Bright Psalms is by turns tender and tough humorous and grave spiritual and earthy. It takes us from ancient Greece in Burning Sappho to the dialect of rural America in Covenant from This tenth Muse / whose limbs loosened / at a touch to like grit under sharecroppers nails / even them rickety deer do so need song. In Pomegranate Cone observes how the fruits seeds offer a teardrops worth / of sweetness and follows with You have to peel away / a bit of flesh. We sense the depth of felt life when in Paradiso we come to But now look how the butcher weeps / after calling the lamb to him / after slitting its throat. We smile when Cone writes of lovers in Orchard so when he slipped her the tongue / she slipped him the grammar. After reading these poems one feels that like Sappho Temple Cone has plucked [our] hearts / easily as lyre strings.V. P. Logginsauthor of The Green Cup