What is instantly remarkable in Again is the exquisite clarity of its imagery and its profound, fervent tone. And what I love about Lynne Knight’s poems is that they feel and sound exactly true. Hers is a voice one immediately trusts. It is sensuous, attentive, intelligent, and ruthlessly honest as she interrogates the tangled relationship between what is said or kept secret, loved or feared, lit or kept in shadows—a chiaroscuro that her poems relentlessly explore. “Suddenly, knowledge comes, unstoppable as water” says Knight, and in response I’ll quote another one of her wonderful lines: “How beautiful it is . . . and will be when you look again.”
Snow Effects/Effets de neige
A bi-lingual edition, cover to cover
Highly imaginative, with a driving force, Knight follows her poems where ever they outrageously, magically, necessarily take her. At the same time her language is simple, colloquial, wholly bent on the difficult task her poetry’s emotions exact, from the first, ardent releasing love to the later bruising ones. Emotions, as she says, 'fanatic for order, / resolution, some equivalent to faith.'
--Ted and Renée Weiss
The Book of Common Betrayals
Her poems explore the generosity and violence in our natures, and they demonstrate how language betrays both what we mean and who we are. We turn away from this study of ourselves awed, a bit sad, and changed.
--Forrest Hamer, author of Call and Response, Middle Ear, and Rift
Night in the Shape of a Mirror
These are extraordinary poems filled with the gorgeous and excruciating truth of being mortal. Lynne Knight writes about fear and loss with breathtaking courage, finding temporary glimmers of light even in the midst of heartbreaking and inevitable darkness.
--Elizabeth Rosner, author of The Speed of Light and Blue Nude
Small Poetry Press (2000)
With genuine imaginative reach, a keen eye, and penetrating sensibilities, Lynne Knight enters fifteen Impressionist winterscapes and makes them her own, finding both beauty and insight along the way. Her explorations carry the authority of long comtemplation--"the heart sees what it sees," as the poet writes, but only when inward and outward eyes are open. Through fully open eyes, Knight finds for the reader's pleasure and instruction the way the hear of eros answers the cold of snow, the way the addition of black to the brush create's the winter's whiteness. Each poem expands and liberates its image in this beautifully crafted, thoughtful, and inventive book.