God Breaketh Not All Men’s Hearts Alike

'Death is a many-colored harlequin,' Stanley Moss affirmed on his ninety-second birthday. Rosanna Warren writes of his latest poems, 'Undaunted, outrageously alive, Moss flaunts more colors than the Grim Reaper ever dreamed of, laughs in his face, rhymes with abandon, makes a joyful noise unto the Lord, and struts with Baudelaire. This is a book to hold onto for dear life.' And dear life is what Moss's poetry has always been about, asking what John Ashbery called 'unthinkable questions, but when he formulates them they take on the quiet urgency of common daylight.' Stanley Moss has been part of the American and European scene for seven decades: a defining editor of world poetry, he is a major poet of the generation of Ashbery, Merwin, Wright and Kinnell. This book richly supplements his Almost Complete Poems (Carcanet, 2017) with recovered writings and new-minted poems that address the monsters of the age while celebrating its angels.

'Death is a many-colored harlequin,' Stanley Moss affirmed on his ninety-second birthday. Rosanna Warren writes of his latest poems, 'Undaunted, outrageously alive, Moss flaunts more colors than the Grim Reaper ever dreamed of, laughs in his face, rhymes with abandon, makes a joyful noise unto the Lord, and struts with Baudelaire. This is a book to hold onto for dear life.' And dear life is what Moss's poetry has always been about, asking what John Ashbery called 'unthinkable questions, but when he formulates them they take on the quiet urgency of common daylight.' Stanley Moss has been part of the American and European scene for seven decades: a defining editor of world poetry, he is a major poet of the generation of Ashbery, Merwin, Wright and Kinnell. This book richly supplements his Almost Complete Poems (Carcanet, 2017) with recovered writings and new-minted poems that address the monsters of the age while celebrating its angels.