Last Poems
By James Merrill
Introduced by J.D. McClatchy
1998
Tan morocco and green paste paper
Although we wish these were his latest
poems rather than his last, Thornwillow
Press is honored to
offer the final works of James Merrill, one
of the few acknowledged masters of 20th-century
American
poetry.
Without question, Merrill, who once declined
to become poet laureate, was always the laureate
of poets. His sudden death in February, 1995
at the age of sixty-eight left a tragic
void among
those who knew and loved him. It was a loss
also felt among a large and faithful
band of readers
who over the years followed his life’s
work and relished its images, its surprises,
its wit
and wisdom, its sadness, and its wry and supple
revelations as their own. He used poetry to
illuminate his life and, by so doing, offered
his readers
a chance to recognize and understand their
own lives. Those who read him invariably experience
an extraordinarily singular and personal response
- as if the poems had been addressed especially
to them.
As J. D. McClatchy, one of Merrill’s
close friends and himself the editor of the
Yale Review,
a distinguished poet and critic, remarked
in his lengthy New Yorker memoir: "James
Merrill gave his lifetime to language, and
to the ways
its hard truths and mysterious graces come
to constitute our lives."
In his New York
Times obituary Mel Gussow declared Merrill’s
collective achievement to have established
him "as heir
to the lyrical legacy of W. H. Auden and Wallace
Stevens..." Mr. McClatchy’s introduction
to the last poems offers knowing insights
into Merrill’s poetry and to the circumstances
surrounding the creation of these, his final
works. McClatchy reminds us that each of these
seven
poems "begin[s] with a sensation - a
color, say, or a glimpse of weather...a sense
of possibility" that
moves the reader through a "collage of
circumstances" and "towards
some larger idea of itself." Concise
yet absolutely at home with his subject, mcClatchy
offers us a remarkable introduction to these
glowing
works.
In 1967, when he was 40, Merrill won
the first of his two National Book Awards
in poetry
for Nights and Days. His judges were
Auden, James Dickey, and Howard Nemerov
and their
citation
recognized "his scrupulous and
uncompromising cultivation of the poetic
art, evidenced in
his refusal to settle for an easy and
profitable stance;
his insistence on taking the kind of
tough, poetic chances which make the
difference between
esthetic
success or failure." Six years
later he was awarded theBbollingen Prize,
one of
the most coveted
honors for an American poet. And in
1976 he received the Pulitzer Prize
for his Divine
Comedies. But,
as McClatchy observes, Merrill never
became complacent. He continued to seek
out "more
rigorous lessons." In
his Paris Review interview, Merrill
once mused, "Don’t
you think there comes a time when everyone,
not just a poet, wants to get beyond
the self?" Continually
his work progressed - into further revelation,
greater linguistic agility, and more
profound excursions.
Last Poems is further
confirmation of
Merrill’s
genius, and the first collection of
them under a single cover. Two poems,
Minotaur and Oranges,
appear here in their first publication
anywhere and Christmas Tree appears
for the first time
in its intended configuration - "as
if the reader were in an adjacent
room whose doorway
blocked his view of the decorated
tree."
Last Poems was printed letterpress directly from the type on
paper handmade especially for the edition at the Cardinal Mill
in Moravia, Czech Republic. The frontispiece contains a hand-printed
photogravure portrait of Mr. Merrill by Mariana Cook. The copies
are bound in moroccan goatskin and handmade paste paper, and are
presented in a velvet-lined traycase. The edition is limited to
185 copies and is signed by Mariana Cook and J. D. McClatchy.