Winthropos

George Kalogeris's idiom and cadence flow from Homer through Seferis and Cavafy and his immigrant parents' Greek into a poetry of eerie, timeless freshness in English. Redolent of honey and dark wine, his lines make an enchanted space where the dead and the living commune, where we cannot tell mourning from celebration. A breathtaking performance.-- "Rosanna Warren" Through his knowledge of the culture of the Greek towns his parents came from, and his knowledge of the town of Winthrop, Massachusetts, where he grew up, and his deep knowledge of the poetry of ancient Greece, there is a great merging by means of his powerful versification in these marvelous poems.-- "David Ferry" Winthropos--that "os" turns the trick. In adding that Greek suffix to an American placename George Kalogeris opens his poetry to the complexities of life. (Just see his great poem "Hades.") It's as if he remembers or looks around him and thinks, "It's all Greek to me." The result is the power of this book, the claim it makes on us.-- "Richard J. Fein" In this utterly compelling poetry, George Kalogeris faces without flinching the facts of what he calls "brute mortality." He invokes the dead in wars both ancient and modern. He conjures the voices of deceased and beloved family, friends, mentors. He helps us feel not only absence, but the lasting presence of these shades. Winthropos comes to us blessed by Orpheus.-- "Fred Marchant" Haunted by memories of growing beyond, but never away from, the Greek worlds of his parents and ancestors, and infused by an intimate knowledge of classical literature (from Homer to Horace), George Kalogeris's poems in fact display an utterly contemporary sensibility. They are in league not only with the "channelings" of the poet's forerunners Cavafy and Seferis, but also with the conjurings of poets such as Joseph Brodsky, Zbigniew Herbert, and Seamus Heaney, who knew that the ancients can shed light on our own dark times.-- "Jonathan Aaron"