Biography of Jean Valentine
Jean Valentine is an American poet, and currently the New York State Poet (2008–2010). Her poetry collection, Door in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems, 1965–2003, was awarded the 2004 National Book Award for Poetry.
Her most recent book Break the Glass (Copper Canyon Press, 2010) was a finalist for the 2011 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. Her first book, Dream Barker, won the Yale Series of Younger Poets competition in 1965. She has published poems widely in literary journals and magazines, including The New Yorker, and Harper's Magazine, and The American Poetry Review. Valentine was one of five poets including Charles Wright, Russell Edson, James Tate and Louise Gluck, whose work Lee Upton considered critically in The Muse of Abandonment: Origin, Identity, Mastery in Five American Poets (Bucknell University Press, 1998). She has held residencies from Yaddo, the MacDowell Colony, Ucross, and the Lannan foundation, among others.
She was born in Chicago, USA, received bachelor of arts and a master of arts degrees at Radcliffe College, and has lived most of her life in New York City. She has taught with the Graduate Writing Program at New York University, at Columbia University, at the 92nd Street Y in Manhattan, and at Sarah Lawrence College. She is a faculty member at the Vermont College of Fine Arts. She was married to the late American historian James Chace from 1957–1968, and they have two daughters, Sarah and Rebecca.
2004 National Book Award for Poetry (for Door in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems, 1965–2003)
1999 Shelley Memorial Award
1991 Maurice English Poetry Award
1988 Beatrice Hawley Award (for Home Deep Blue: New and Selected Poems)
1976 Guggenheim Fellowship
1972 National Endowment for the Arts - Literature Fellowship in Poetry
1965 Yale Series of Younger Poets
Jean Valentine's Works:
Full-length Poetry Collections
Break the Glass (2010, Copper Canyon Press)
Little Boat (2007, Wesleyan University Press)
Door in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems, 1965–2003 (2004, Wesleyan University Press) —winner of the National Book Award
The Cradle of the Real Life (2000, Wesleyan University Press)
Growing Darkness, Growing Light (1997, Carnegie Mellon University Press)
The Under Voice: Selected Poems (1995, Salmon Publishing)
The River at Wolf (1992, Alice James Books)
Home Deep Blue: New and Selected Poems (1989, Alice James Books)
The Messenger (1979, Farrar, Straus & Giroux)
Ordinary Things (1974, Farrar, Straus & Giroux)
Pilgrims (1969, Farrar, Straus & Giroux)
Dream Barker, and Other Poems (1965, Yale University Press)
Leaving New York: Writers Look Back (Hungry Mind Press, 1995)
The Lighthouse Keeper: Essays on the Poetry of Eleanor Ross Taylor (Hobart & William Smith, 2001).
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Jean Valentine Poems
To Plath, To Sexton
So what use was poetry to a white empty house?
We met for supper in your flat-bottomed boat. I got there first: in a white dress: I remember Wondering if you'd come. Then you shot over the bank, A Virgilian Nigger Jim, and poled us off
Elegy For Jane Kenyon (2)
Jane is big with death, Don sad and kind - Jane though she's dying
I have decorated this banner to honor my brother. Our parents did not want his name used publicly -- from an unnamed child's banner in the AIDS Memorial Quilt.
Late have I called & late my beloved was blessing me
You came in a dream, yesterday — The first day we met you showed me
Friend I need your hand every morning but anger and beauty and hope
one arm still a swan's wing The worst had happened before:
The One You Wanted To Be Is The One You ...
She saying, You don't have to do anything you don't even have to be, you Only who are, you nobody from nowhere, without one sin or one good quality,
Father Lynch Returns From The Dead
There's one day a year they can return, if they want.
You who I don't know I don't know how to talk to you —What is it like for you there?
The branches looked first like tepees, but there was no emptiness.
Fellini in Purgatory
He was shoveling sand at the edge of the water, his heavy black glasses glittered with rain:
I Have Lived In Your Face
I have lived in your face. Have I been you?
one arm still a swan's wing
The worst had happened before:
love—before I knew it was mine—
turned into a wild swan
and flew across the rough water
Outsider seedword until I die
I will be open to you as
an egg speechless red