Burnt Mountain

Since her first collection, The Keep, Emily Wilson has forged a singular voice in American poetry, one that traces and complicates the dynamic relationships between language and the natural, aesthetics and science, material forms and inwardness. Her new collection, Burnt Mountain, is set on the rugged slopes of an inauspicious mountain, densely wooded, long ago scoured by fire, and marked by generations of human presence. Fiercely attuned to the match and mismatch between mind and mountain-the ways in which the natural and the human construct and deconstruct each other in the contested realms of art, wilderness, history, devotion, and politics-Wilson's poetics reckon with resistant forces of nature and with the human drive to subdue what eludes us. Above all, these poems encounter the flickering, flowing matrices of being-"e;that far-forged interior / Outlandish green and flaming cause unknown"e;-and give voice to the elemental question of what can and cannot be known or understood-and what can sustain us.