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David St. John

1949- , Fresno , CA , United States
Chancellor 2017-
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David St. John was born in Fresno, California, on July 24, 1949. He received his BA in 1974 from California State University, Fresno, and an MFA from the University of Iowa.

His many books of poetry include The Window (Arctos Press, 2014); The Auroras (HarperCollins, 2012); The Face: A Novella in Verse (HarperPerennial, 2005); Prism (2002); The Red Leaves of Night (HarperCollins, 1999); and Study for the World's Body: New and Selected Poems (1994), which was nominated for the National Book Award.

He is also the author of the volume of essays and interviews Where the Angels Come Toward Us (White Pine Press, 1995) and coedited American Hybrid: A Norton Anthology of New Poetry (W. W. Norton, 2009) with Cole Swenson.

The poet Robert Hass says of St. John's writing:

"It's not just gorgeous, it is go-for-broke gorgeous. It is made out of sentences, sweeping through and across the meticulous verse stanzas, that could have been written, for their velvet and intricate suavity, by Henry James."

His awards include the Discovery/The Nation Prize, the James D. Phelan Prize, and the prix de Rome fellowship in literature. He has also received several National Endowment for the Arts Fellowships and a Guggenheim Fellowship. He was elected a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets in 2017.

St. John currently lives in Los Angeles, where he teaches in the PhD Program in Creative Writing and Literature and is the Chair of English at the University of Southern California.


Bibliography

The Window (Arctos Press, 2014)
The Auroras (HarperCollins, 2012)
The Face: A Novella in Verse (HarperPerennial, 2005)
Prism (Arctos Press, 2002)
The Red Leaves of Night (HarperCollins, 1999)
In the Pines: Lost Poems 1972-1997 (White Pine Press, 1998)
Study for the World's Body: New and Selected Poems (Perennial, 1994)
Terraces of Rain: An Italian Sketchbook (Recursos De Santa Fe, 1991)
No Heaven (Houghton Mifflin, 1985)
The Shore (1980)
Hush (Houghton Mifflin, 1976)

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  Vivian St. John (1881-1974)

There is a train inside this iris:

You think I'm crazy, & like to say boyish
& outrageous things. No, there is

A train inside this iris.

It's a child's finger bearded in black banners.
A single window like a child's nail,

A darkened porthole lit by the white,
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One snowy night I was smiled upon by Russian gods
          & found myself at dinner opposite

The Moscow scholars a married couple—he only
          the world’s authority on Pasternak

& she the final word on her beloved Alexandr Blok
          & as we talked

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Trust me I’m really trying to pay attention
     but it’s harder every day

& so I begin to trust only in appearances not
     “authenticity”—that half truth—

Growing so precisely redacted it’s even less
     now than what it once seemed

So I can’t help it & maybe I’m doing