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Dan Beachy-Quick

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Dan Beachy-Quick

Dan Beachy-Quick was born in Chicago in 1973 and raised in Colorado and upstate New York. He received his bachelor’s degree in English from the University of Denver in 1995 and then graduated from the University of Iowa’s Iowa Writer’s Workshop with his MFA in 2000.

Beachy-Quick is the author of several books of poetry, including gentlessness (Tupelo Press, 2015); Circle’s Apprentice (Tupelo Press, 2011), winner of the 2012 Colorado Book Award; and This Nest, Swift Passerine (Tupelo Press, 2009), as well as several chapbooks, collaborative books and prose hybrids like Of Silence and Song (Milkweed Editions, 2017); A Brighter Word Than Bright: Keats at Work (University of Iowa Press, 2013); Wonderful Investigations: Essays, Meditations, Tales (Milkweed Editions, 2012); and A Whaler’s Dictionary (Milkweed Editions, 2008), among others.

He is the recipient of fellowships from the Guggenheim and Lannan Foundations. He teaches in the MFA program at Colorado State University and lives in Fort Collins, Colorado.


Selected Bibliography

Poetry
gentlessness (Tupelo Press, 2015)
Circle’s Apprentice (Tupelo Press, 2011)
This Nest, Swift Passerine (Tupelo Press, 2009)
Mulberry (Tupelo Press, 2006)
Spell (Ahsahta Press, 2004)
North True South Bright (Alice James Books, 2003)

Prose
Of Silence and Song (Milkweed Editions, 2017)
A Brighter Word Than Bright: Keats at Work (University of Iowa Press, 2013)
Wonderful Investigations: Essays, Meditations, Tales (Milkweed Editions, 2012)
A Whaler’s Dictionary (Milkweed Editions, 2008)

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But how find how as it flew onward
& the mountains gave back the sound
to say what I mean the call of the bird
& the echoe after to say I've seen?

Raven hungers and calls and the mountain
Hungers back and calls
The whole range of peaks in the bird's beak.
Raven lonely and the mountain rings
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                  —for R.C. Quick

I saw him in the summers when the leaves were green.
Down by the lake where ivy covered the ground. Where
The dogwood’s new pale moon flowers browned
At the edge by brittle June. I saw him then
Fishing for lake trout throwing the sunfish too bony
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Even this
brief thought is endless. A
man speaks as if unaware of the
erotic life of the ampersand. In the
isolate field he comes to count one by
one the rare butterflies as they
die. He says witness is to say what
you mean as if you mean it. So many
of them are the color of

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