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The Color of Dusk
poems by Robin Caton
80 pages (5.5” x 8.5” Paperback)
ISBN: 1-890650-08-0
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In The Color of Dusk, Robin Caton bridges traditions of secular, religious, modernist, and post modernist writing to encounter word at its most unsettling, provocative, and urgent. At times conversational, elliptic, meditative, minimalist, expansive, Caton's poems are unified by an insistence to reach, with language, through language, to turn words toward what is ever outside their ability to name.

Robin Caton's poetry has been published widely in journals, including five fingers review, Columbia Poetry Review, 6ix, Fourteen Hills, and The Spoon River Poetry Review. In 1999, six of her poems were nominated for a Pushcart Award. She lives in San Francisco.

Praise for The Color of Dusk

"...in The Color of Dusk, Robin Caton uses experimental forms to destabalize notions of line, boundary, the visual, and self in poetry. The book's organization by color... parallels the poems' mindfulness of discrete elements of language.... Caton's awareness of how essential the word is to our experience casts a new light on how her poetic innovation challenges boundaries."
--Julia Bloch, HOW2

"With this her first book Robin Caton offers us a beautifully constructed work in the enduring tradition of exploratory lyric.... Here is a poetry that invokes the 'floating I' and the steady hum of oscillation', aware at once of the darkness of our moment and of the comic mystery of being and its discontents."
--Michael Palmer

 

From The Color of Dusk (page 75)

STUDY FOR THE COLOR OF DUSK

now it’s the wind that throws itself on light
retreating in a line of machination

these fluid reefs, these apostolic chambers
a pageless elegy for dancing

if I could play with this while walking--
no time, no time, the rabbit says

his passage dense with green determination
I cross that bridge and come to it (comfort it)

slender corridors of craven men
their eyes a dream

blue, an expiation

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