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Keith Waldrop was born in Emporia, Kansas. He attended grade school and junior high in Kansas but went to a high school at a fundamentalist school in South Carolina. Soon afterward, he attended a Pre-med program at Kansas State Teachers College but was interrupted by the draft in 1953 when he was sent as an army engineer to Germany.
He later received a Ph.D. in comparative literature from the University of Michigan, where he married the poet and translator, Rosmarie Sebald.
Waldrop moved to Providence, Rhode Island, in 1968 to teach at Brown University.
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Bibliography ( - housed in Thomas Fox Averill Kansas Studies Collection) |
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Poetry:
- The Not Forever: Intentions (Omnidawn Pubishing, 2013)
- Transcendental Studies: A Trilogy (University of California Press, 2009)
- The Real Subject: queries and condectures of Jacob Delafone (Omnidawn, 2004)
- The House Seen from Nowhere (2003)
- Semiramis If I Remember (Avec Books, 2001)
- Haunt (Instance Press, 2000)
- Well Well Reality (Post Apollo Press, 1997)
- Stone Angels (Saratoga, 1997)
- The Silhouette of the Bridge (Avec Books, 1997)
- Apologies of Escape (Burning Deck, 1997)
- The Locality Principle (Avec Books, 1995)
- The Opposite of Letting the Mind Wander (Lost Road Publisher, 1989)
- Shipwreck in Haven (1989)
- The Space of Half an Hour (Burning Deck Press, 1983)
- The Garden of Effort (Burning Deck Press, 1975)
- A Windmill Near Calvary (University of Michigan Press, 1968)
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Writing Samples |
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At the Great Divide
I've read many stories of revenants and apparitions, but my ghosts merely disappear. I never see them. They haunt me by not being there, by the table where no one eats, the empty window that lets the sun in without a shadow.
Few memories give me a sense of my childhood--perhaps, later, more will surface. Among those few is the darkened room from which proceed my mother's moans. This is not a particular moment that I remember; it is the background of many years, nearly all my early life. She moans for so many reasons that it will be difficult more than to suggest their range. Probably I am ignorant of her more exquisite pains. I know enough not to make light of lamentations.
Sometimes I could get her to play the piano. She sat at the battered old upright, her eyes shut, picking out what she could remember of a Chopin polonaise or some cheap waltz from 1920. And then--what really moved her--"Brilliant Variations," by someone named Butler, or "Pass Me Not" or other hymn. I was fascinated by the way she kept her eyes closed. To glance at the music, just as to read a paragraph of print, gave her migranes.
---From Light While There Is Light
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Award |
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National Book Award for Poetry (2009)
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Ben Lerner is acting as Literary Executor for Keith Waldrop. Return to Top of Page |
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