Jeff Katz, Keith & Rosmarie Waldrop Prize, 2021

The poems in “Poems of Time and Distance” transform exclamation into percussive invocation, and glide quietly through ephemeral spaces: “When you pedal your bicycle alone at dawn, I’m certain you can see your own breath as you ride, elated, into it: a cloud born and immediately dashed behind you.” Physical presence – of humans, vessels, flora – is attenuated and dangled from the “fishhook of history” in these poems of acute observation, restraint, and quiet searching.