Temper is at once violent and controlled, unflinching and unforgiving in temperament. The poems are mercilessly recursive, placing pressure on the lyric as a mode of both the elegiac and the ecstatic.
A Plea and an Awakening to Peace as a Process and a Transient StateCEASE begins with the words, “to keep the peace/we need a wall/to fall to our knees before….” Framed by the long p
“Beth Bachmann’s Temper was the last time [in forty years] I remember reading a first book by a poet so prodigally and—the word that came to my mind was—severely gifted. The new poems inDo Not Rise ar
