Contributors

Rosmarie Waldrop

Contributor History

From The Reproduction of Profiles, Conjunctions:7
Six Poems, Conjunctions:13
From Some Thing Black, Conjunctions:14
The Attraction of the Ground, Conjunctions:15
Five Poems, Conjunctions:20
Six Poems, Conjunctions:23
Table of the Matter, or, The Completely Lost Letters of Frédéric Chopin to His Friend Titus Wojciechowski, Conjunctions:23
Four Conversations, Conjunctions:30
Four Cornell Boxes, Conjunctions:33
Five Poems, Conjunctions:35
Hölderlin Hybrids: In Early November, Conjunctions:38
Five Poems, Online 12-17-2005
By the Waters of Babylon, Conjunctions:47
From All Electrons Are (Not) Alike, Online 10-22-2008
Third Person Singular, Online 01-11-2011
Otherwise Smooth, Conjunctions:59
The Almost Audible Passing of Time, Online 10-17-2017
Two Poems, Conjunctions:76

Biography

Photograph © Walt Odets

Rosmarie Waldrop's new book of poems, The Nick of Time, is forthcoming from New Directions in fall 2021. Recent books are Gap Gardening: Selected Poems (LA Times Book Prize in Poetry 2017), Driven to Abstraction, and Curves to the Apple (all New Directions).

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In Print

Conjunctions:75

Dispatches from Solitude

Fall 2020
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

Poem Called “The Lie” After the Poem by C. K. Williams from Which It Takes Its Last Two Lines

by Susan Wheeler

April 14, 2021

When you think of white do you think of Rembrandt
in darkness          pockmarked     a sieve or a monkfish
Ahead now    ahead then:       ash        scrub pine        shade
and Penny –– then twelve        then my brother’s sole friend

Seven Poems

by Graham Foust

April 7, 2021

To sing’s to field thought’s
failed arrow, then drop it,

as sadness surprises,
as always, then doesn’t,

its record all rumors, bits
of lithic in its meat,

Four Poems

by Theodore Worozbyt

March 31, 2021

Underneath the electric microscope frass gathered like a word no one could pronounce, or something children left in a cage. Sugar ants were gorging on the corpse of a cicada next to the front door. Soon four golden mounds were theirs, to carry back in their lemony bellies to the queen. I have a box of nine suns set on spikes, a pair of gray bags concealing speakers. I am your teacher, said the teacher, alone in a room. If there is a predicate to this.