The surfaces of a Tracy K. Smith poem are beautiful and serene, but underneath, there is always a sense of an unknown vastness. Her poems take the risk of inviting us to imagine, as the poet does, what it is to travel in another person's shoes. -Toi Derricotte
Pulitzer Prize-winning poet and memoirist Tracy K. Smith, winner of the 16th Annual Robert Creeley Award, will take the stage at a free public reading March 29th, 7:30 PM, at Acton-Boxborough Regional High School auditorium, 36 Charter Road, Acton, Massachusetts.
Tracy K. Smith is the author of the critically acclaimed memoir Ordinary Light (Knopf, 2015) and three books of poetry. Her collection Life on Mars won the 2012 Pulitzer Prize and was selected as a New York Times Notable Book. Duende won the 2006 James Laughlin Award from the Academy of American Poets and an Essence Literary Award. The Body's Question was the winner of the 2002 Cave Canem Poetry Prize. Smith was the recipient of a Rona Jaffe Writers' Award in 2004 and a Whiting Award in 2005. In 2014 the Academy of American Poets awarded Smith with the Academy Fellowship, awarded to one poet each year to recognize distinguished poetic achievement. She is currently the Director of Princeton University's Creative Writing Program.
Mark your calendar for the 16th Annual Robert Creeley Award, Tuesday, March 29th, 7:30 PM at the Acton-Boxborough Regional High School auditorium, 36 Charter Road, Acton, Massachusetts.
Admission is free and open to the public. We gratefully accept donations of any amount.
MY GOD, IT'S FULL OF STARS (excerpt)
. . . My father spent whole seasons
Bowing before the oracle-eye, hungry for what it would find.
His face lit-up whenever anyone asked, and his arms would rise
As if he were weightless, perfectly at ease in the never-ending
Night of space. On the ground, we tied postcards to balloons
For peace. Prince Charles married Lady Di. Rock Hudson died.
We learned new words for things. The decade changed.
The first few pictures came back blurred, and I felt ashamed
For all the cheerful engineers, my father and his tribe. The second time,
The optics jibed. We saw to the edge of all there is-
So brutal and alive it seemed to comprehend us back.