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David Romtvedt

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David Romtvedt was born in Portland, Oregon, and grew up in Arizona. He received a BA from Reed College and an MFA from the University of Iowa.

He is the author of several poetry collections, including Dilemmas of the Angels, forthcoming from Louisiana State University Press in 2017; Some Church (Milkweed Editions, 2005); A Flower Whose Name I Do Not Know (Copper Canyon Press, 1992), chosen by John Haines for the National Poetry Series; and Moon (Bieler Press, 1984).

Carol Bly writes, “David Romtvedt is like a loyal consul who represents a species that has done some terrible things: undeluded, he still loves us, and keeps laying out more high-hearted policies for us all.”

Romtvedt has published several books of prose, including Zelestina Urza in Outer Space (Center for Basque Studies, 2015) and Windmill: Essays from Four Mile Ranch (Red Crane Books, 1997). Also a musician, he plays traditional American dance music with The Wyoming Fireants Band and has received a Distinguished Service to Music Education Award from the Wyoming Music Educators Association.

Romtvedt served as the poet laureate of Wyoming from 2003 to 2011. The recipient of a Wyoming Governor’s Arts Award, he has also been awarded fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Wyoming Arts Council, among others. He teaches at the University of Wyoming.


Bibliography

Poetry
Dilemmas of the Angels (forthcoming Louisiana State University Press, 2017)
Some Church (Milkweed Editions, 2005)
Certainty (White Pine Press, 1996)
A Flower Whose Name I Do Not Know (Copper Canyon Press, 1992)
How Many Horses (Ion Books, 1988)
Moon (Bieler Press, 1984)

Prose
Zelestina Urza in Outer Space (Center for Basque Studies, 2015)
Windmill: Essays from Four Mile Ranch (Red Crane Books, 1997)
Crossing Wyoming (White Pine Press, 1992)
Free and Compulsory for All: Tales (Graywolf Press, 1984)

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The dark sky opens and it starts to rain. I go outside
to stand in the stream, the longed-for gift of water
where it hasn’t rained for so long. I shout and dance
with the dog, who puts his ears back and licks my nose.
When we come back in, he shakes and I do too,
a few drops flying off my