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White PinePress, paperback

Publication Date: August 2, 2022

Publisher Marketing:A career-spanning volume drawn from forty years of work and a selection of new poems.

Stephen Coreys work is intelligent, moving and engaging. Poem after poem is beautiful, effortless, and thought-provoking. The range of style and subject matter, the depth of thought and emotion, the elegance and resonance and simplicity of language, the affectionate voice and toneall work to make this a truly important and memorable book.

Here is a life, and a life, and / a life, Stephen Corey writes in the opening poems instructions to on how find the faded leafalso a metaphor for the end of lifethat one must imagine still colored after he is gone. The poem is echoed near the end of this stunningly rich and encompassing book in a poem addressed to his four daughters about what he has missed during his life. In between we encounter a world we thought we knew but have not seen in this way before: things as varied as Monarch butterflies, telephones, calligraphy, and bread, as well as other writers and texts that become lenses to show us How we are growing undoes what we are and see.
Like the glassblowers art in one of these major poems, Breath makes another world. And like his Michelangelo in a sequence that masterfully covers centuries, we see the way a life we love can be steered, / beyond our control, beyond us. And so, thanks to this important and needed book we too can live beyond ourselves; that, indeed, is the highest praise for any art.
Richard Jackson, author ofBroken HorizonsandWhere the Wind Comes From

Stephen Coreys,As My Age Then Was, So I Understood Them, is sometimes bookish, in the best ways, and in addition to welcoming many of the stars in our pantheon (Shakespeare, OKeeffe, Keats, Ginsberg, Woolf, and Whitman for example) theres also the dual elegy for the poets father and Dickinson (the latter also has her own baseball poem), Emerson at the moment of his first masturbation, and a sequence in which Li Po and Tu Fu hop on a jet and tour America. What this means is that when Corey forays into the real world keeping a hospital death watch, exploring and exalting carnal love, or delighting in his young daughter playing Beethoven on my chest the poems are informed by both of his masters by the shelves of books that are the bones of my brain.
Albert Goldbarth