<DIV></DIV><P><B>The anticipated second book by the poet Mary Szybist, author of <I>Granted</I>, a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award</B></P><P>The troubadours<BR>knew how to burn themselves through,<BR>how to make themselves shrines to their own longing.<BR>The spectacular was never behind them.<BR> -from “The Troubadours etc.”<BR> <BR>In <I>Incarnadine</I>, Mary Szybist restlessly seeks out places where meaning might take on new color. One poem is presented as a diagrammed sentence. Another is an abecedarium made of lines of dialogue spoken by girls overheard while assembling a puzzle. Several poems arrive as a series of Annunciations, while others purport to give an update on Mary, who must finish the dishes before she will open herself to God. One poem appears on the page as spokes radiating from a wheel, or as a sunburst, or as the cycle around which all times and all tenses are alive in this moment. Szybist’s formal innovations are matched by her musical lines, by her poetry’s insistence on singing as a lure toward the unknowable. Inside these poems is a deep yearning—for love, motherhood, the will to see things as they are and to speak. Beautiful and inventive, <I>Incarnadine</I> is the new collection by one of America’s most ambitious poets.