<DIV><p>"If you take a broad squint at our nation's new poets you can find two general strategies: poets who are carrying the torch, and poets who are using it to start fires. And then we have Joshua Beckman. He seems to be doing everything."?Daniel Handler, <I>The Believer</I></p><p>"Beckman . . . does the incredible work of writing poems full of desire, for a world in the midst of radical upheaval."?<I>Publishers Weekly</I> (starred review for <I>Take It</I>)</p><p>Joshua Beckman is at his most immediate, attentive, and available in <I>The Inside of an Apple</I>. Beckman's latest collection of sincere, spare poems invites the reader to experience a revelation of consciousness and a generosity of spirit.</p><p><I>Let my still dark soul<BR>be music. A made whistle<BR>floating out a window<BR>arranged.</I></p><p>Some little thing<BR><BR>fell and I picked it up<BR>and up it kept on going.</p><p>Eight dead stars<BR><BR>make a sickle,<BR>and the earth<BR>is covered in grass.</p><p><B>Joshua Beckman</B> is the author of nine books, including collections of poetry, translations, and collaborations. He is the recipient of numerous awards, including a NYFA fellowship and a Pushcart Prize. He lives in Seattle and New York.</p></DIV>