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Amy Clampitt

In 1983, at the age of sixty-three, Amy Clampitt published her first full-length collection, The Kingfisher (Alfred A. Knopf). In the decade that followed, Clampitt published five books of poetry, including What the Light Was Like (Alfred A. Knopf, 1985), Archaic Figure (Alfred A. Knopf, 1987), and Westward (Alfred A. Knopf, 1990). Her last book, A Silence Opens (Alfred A. Knopf), appeared in 1994. The recipient in 1982 of a Guggenheim Fellowship, and in 1984 of an Academy Fellowship, she was made a MacArthur Foundation Fellow in 1992.

Book Reviews

Autumn 1989

Purloined Sincerity

By Amy Clampitt

Writing the Female Voice: Essays on Epistolary Literature edited by Elizabeth C. Goldsmith. Boston: Northeastern University Press, 1989. 296 pages. $32.50. The writing of letters—real old-fashioned ones, as distinguished from […]

Poetry

Spring 1983

Keats and the Elgin Marbles

By Amy Clampitt

for Frederick Turner  Openings. Winandermere* and Derwentwater. The Elgin Marbles. That last evening at the Crown in Liverpool, with George and his new wife, imagination failed  —and still fails: what […]

Contemporary American Poetry

Summer 1982

The Reedbeds of the Hackensack

By Amy Clampitt

Scummed maunderings that nothing loves but reeds, Phragmites, neighbors of the greeny asphodel that thrive among the windings of the Hackensack, collaborating to subvert the altogether ugly if too down-to-earth […]

Contemporary American Poetry

Summer 1982

Olympia

By Amy Clampitt

The marble stumps, the plundered archeology of games— the foot race, the hippodrome, the chariot on the racetrack; the fox-and-geese-track in the schoolyard snow; the footprints of the weasel and […]

Contemporary American Poetry

Summer 1982

Imago

By Amy Clampitt

The fulcrum of America is the plains, half sea half land.                               Charles Olson   There is no Middle West. It is a certain climate, a certain landscape, and beyond that, a […]

Contemporary American Poetry

Summer 1982

Rain at Bellagio

By Amy Clampitt

1 The omnipresence of the sound of water: rain on the graveled walks, the lakeside terraces, the red pantiles of Bellagio. At Paestum we had not heard it. An acreage […]

Poetry

Winter 1982

Triptych

By Amy Clampitt

Palm Sunday Neither the wild tulip, poignantand sanguinary, nor the dandelionblowsily unbuttoning, answersthe gardener's imperative, if need be,to maim and hamper in the name of order,or the taste for rendering […]

Poetry

Winter 1981

Marginal Employment

By Amy Clampitt

The Duc de Berry usually wore a robe the color of the Mediterranean, and listed two pots of salts of cobalt along with apes and dromedaries, a tooth of Charlemagne, […]

Poetry

Summer 1980

Or Consider Prometheus

By Amy Clampitt

In 1859 petroleum was discovered in Pennsylvania. Kerosene, petroleum and paraffin began rapidly to replace whale oil, sperm oil and spermaceti wax … . Consider whaling as FRONTIER, and INDUSTRY. […]