Christina Pugh


Biography of Christina Pugh

Christina Pugh poet

Christina Pugh is the author of two books of poems: Restoration (Northwestern University Press / TriQuarterly Books, 2008) and Rotary (Word Press, 2004), which received the Word Press First Book Prize. She has also published a chapbook, Gardening at Dusk (Wells College Press, 2002). Her poems have appeared in The Atlantic Monthly, Poetry, TriQuarterly, Ploughshares, and other periodicals, as well as in anthologies. Her honors have included the Lucille Medwick Memorial Award from the Poetry Society of America, the Grolier Poetry Prize, an individual artist fellowship in poetry from the Illinois Arts Council, the Ruth Lilly Poetry Fellowship from Poetry magazine, and residencies at the Ragdale and Ucross colonies.

In addition to her own poetry, she publishes criticism; her recent articles have discussed Emily Dickinson’s metrical “ghosts” and the role of imitation in creative writing pedagogy. Pugh has also reviewed the work of many contemporary poets and poet-critics in publications such as Poetry, Verse, Ploughshares, and Harvard Review. At present, she is completing another collection of poems that takes the sonnet’s volta, or turn, as a formal principle guiding the construction of contemplative free verse. She has also recently completed a critical book manuscript about ekphrasis (poetry that treats visual art) in twentieth-century American poetry.

Literary Awards

Ucross Foundation Residency Fellowship (2005)
Word Press First Book Prize (2003)
Grolier Poetry Prize (2000)
Ruth Lilly Fellowship (Poetry Magazine 2000)
AWP Intro Journals Award (2000)
Whiting Fellowship for the Humanities (1997-1998)

Christina Pugh's Works:

Restoration (Northwestern University Press / TriQuarterly Books, 2008)
Rotary (Word Press, 2004)

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Twenty-Third

And at the picnic table under the ancient elms,
one of my parents turned to me and said:
“We hope you end up here,”
where the shade relieves the light, where we sit
in some beneficence—and I felt the shape of the finite
after my ether life: the ratio, in all dappling,
of dark to bright; and yet how brief my stay would be
under the trees, because the voice I’d heard
could not cradle me, could no longer keep me

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