In the ice house (Red Hen Press, 2011). Winner of the 2009 To the Lighthouse poetry prize from the A Room of Her Own Foundation. I talk about one of the series in the book, “The landscape,” at the Poetry Society of America, here. Some poems from In the ice house were recently featured at Sundress Publications’s “Best Dressed” list, and you can read them online here, here, here, and here.
- The precise, crystalline lyrics of Genevieve Kaplan’s In the ice house reveal that wonder exists everywhere in the habits and habitations of domestic space. There is no beauty so small, so vernacular that it escapes the illumined attention of this gifted poet. These are poems to read the world by. -Peter Gizzi
- We find ourselves wandering deep, deep into the world in this collection of sharp, startling poems–poems that often have a swerve at the end, sending us to the unexpected. The birds return, and the trees, and the ice, always the ice, but each time, new piercing details come into view. Though spare on the page, these pieces radiate a wealth born of Genevieve Kaplan’s rare and invaluable view of the world. -Cole Swenson
“The chill in the air, as Kaplan describes it, come out of the page…. It is a beautiful marvel of nature at its coldest, through ice storms and frozen gardens, while also subtly following the birds, perhaps the true protagonists of this collection, who ‘Rise before the sun, rise with / the sun, constantly,'” noted in the October 2011 Book List for Hey Small Press!, here.
In the ice house was selected as a winter poetry “Top Pick” by the Library Journal Blog, here. The book, they say, “cuts to the bone to describe a domestic everydayness that’s relentlessly undermined.”
Midwest Book Review calls In the ice house “a core addition to any modern poetry collection,” here.
“[B]oth jarring and lovely,…the poems reflect in their construction the very nature of the ice storm that forms the core of the collection’s aesthetic,” explains H.K. Rainey at the Kelsey Street Press blog, here.
“This book is a world one not only reads but visits, so palpable is its landscape. Even its air is different–” – Eileen Tabios in Galatea Resurrects, here.