The Clearing: Poems


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6.7 X 8.4 X 0.6 inches | 0.65 pounds

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About the Author

Allison Adair's poems have appeared in American Poetry Review, Arts & Letters, Best American Poetry, Best New Poets, Kenyon Review Online, North American Review, and ZYZZYVA, among other journals. Recipient of a Pushcart Prize, the Florida Review Editors' Award, the Orlando Prize, and first place in Mid-American Review's Fineline Competition, she holds a MFA from the Iowa Writers' Workshop. Originally from central Pennsylvania, Allison Adair lives in Boston.


"A dark and bodily nod to folk- and fairy-tale energy." --Boston Globe

"The Clearing is a lush, lyrical book about a world where women are meant to carry things to safety and men leave decisively. Out of dry farming soil come these wise, mineral-like poems about young motherhood, mining disasters, miscarriages, memory, and much more. Allison Adair's poems are haunting and dirt caked, but there is also a tense beauty everywhere. I found The Clearing devastating." --Henri Cole

"'What if this time instead of crumbs the girl drops / teeth, her own, what else does she have...' So begins Allison Adair's The Clearing, the title poem leading us, tooth by tooth, line by line, into this dark forest of a book. Adair's phrases are spell-like, their ingredients mixed in surprising, potent ways: 'the fat matter of memory, ' a caterpillar's 'sad accordion hymn, ' the 'Gregorian green singing grass.' I would follow this poet wherever her mind goes--even into the deepest woods, into memories of grief and loss--and I would trust her words to lead me out again. The Clearing is brilliant, gutting, completely original." --Maggie Smith

"Adair dives into motherhood, history, and the now to find the currents--loss, violence, yearning--that keep us afloat, that shipwreck us. Her gaze is clear-eyed, precise, and jarring: 'The dog's staph-eaten paw / soaking in a Cool Whip bowl' and 'the caterpillar inches along, lost / in its sad accordion hymn.' Her lyricism is astonishing and her attentiveness to sound dazzles: antlers rub against apple bark, bats drown, and music is struck from anvils. Adair's sensory-rich language doesn't reconfigure pain into beauty, though. It does something harder--it forces us to contend with the light and the dark inside each of us."--Eduardo Corral

"Allison Adair's poems chart the measureless ways that trauma is born of violence and loss while reminding us that tenderness and mercy are descendants of grief. Wise, rapturous, and thicketed with hair-raising imagery, this collection has women wading through landscapes teeming with wolves and real-life danger surreal enough to be remembered, rendered as fable. This effect--this devastatingly beautiful book--lingers off the page. It illuminates itself in the moment and at unexpected hours. The Clearing is an extraordinary debut."--Marcus Wicker