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About this poet

Caroline Knox earned her AB from Radcliffe College and her MA and PhD from University of Wisconsin–Milwaukee. She is the author of several books of poetry, most recently To Drink Boiled Snow (Wave Books, 2015), Flemish (Wave Books, 2013), and Nine Worthies (Wave Books, 2010).

C. D. Wright called Knox “a most inquisitive poet who relishes living inside her expansive vocabulary; one who has been faxing by the midnight oil while so many others were dipping their quills into dry sockets. Caroline Knox reminds us how whangy and interesting it all is.”

Knox is the recipient of grants from The Fund for Poetry, the Ingram Merrill Foundation, the Massachusetts Cultural Council, and the National Endowment for the Arts, among others. She lives in Massachusetts.


Selected Bibliography

To Drink Boiled Snow (Wave Books, 2015)
Flemish (Wave Books, 2013)
Nine Worthies (Wave Books, 2010)
He Paves the Road with Iron Bars (Verse Press, 2004)
A Beaker: New and Selected Poems (Verse Press, 2002)
Sleepers Wake (Tinken Publishers, 1994)
To Newfoundland (University of Georgia Press, 1989)
The House Party (University of Georgia Press, 1984)

Line Poem

Long jetty, long shell-racked jetty, cracked warped planks.

Beautiful fish, beautiful sea-bass poached with an August tomato, on an ironstone plate.

A snake's slough, a snake's spinal cord, a dry-rot stump.

A twill tape measure, an audiotape cassette unspooled and puckered, shining.

Agate prayer beads, kazoos, whistles, rattles.

A bike-chain and a bungy cord.  A moebius strip and a broccoli elastic.

Split vanilla pod inset with paltry-looking flat oily brown seeds.

Egg-and-dart molding of vitreous fake sandstone.  Contrails, mares' tails, mackerel sky.

From Quaker Guns by Caroline Knox. Copyright © 2008 by Caroline Knox. Used by permission of Wave Books.

From Quaker Guns by Caroline Knox. Copyright © 2008 by Caroline Knox. Used by permission of Wave Books.

Caroline Knox

Caroline Knox is the author of several books of poetry, most recently To Drink Boiled Snow (Wave Books, 2015), Flemish (Wave Books, 2013), and Nine Worthies (Wave Books, 2010).

by this poet

poem
His heart keeps him awake while he's asleep.
He listens to his heart while he falls asleep in bed.
His artificial heart gives him insomnia.
As long as I can hear the sound, I know I'm here.

His heart keeps him alive while he's asleep.
My heart helps me to sleep while I'm alive.
Oh, patient, this Valentine is
poem
You see them through water and glass,
(both liquids) and through air
with plenty of liquid in it
—water is moving through the air—
you see the large dolphins animated,
unfractious in their native 
drink, going
back and forth interacting with
some sort of rings—in a minute-long video—
in a loop, we see these
poem
Can you imagine
what is true, that 
smack in the middle
of making The Magic
Flute he interrupted
himself to make
“Ave Verum Corpus,”
world’s most truth-telling
motet (Who made its
text?  Maybe a pope),
then got himself on
track, back to TMF
(all the while dealing
with money worry and