Jonathan Galassi Poems
- Middle-Aged He was middle-aged which means that the mixture...
- Young I tried, and each attempt was a fiasco. I yearned, ...
- Saving Minutes You were in bed. You heard your mother ...
- Girlhood If your bearded friend helps you catch the trout ...
- Turning Forty The barroom mirror lit up with our wives ...
- Thread Heartworn happiness, fine line that winds among ...
- North Of Childhood Somewhere ahead I see you watching ...
Jonathan Galassi was born in Seattle, Washington, is the President and Publisher of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, one of the eight major publishers in New York. He began his publishing career at Houghton Mifflin in Boston, moved to Random House in New York, and finally, to Farrar, Straus & Giroux. He joined FSG as executive editor in 1985, after being fired from Random House. Two years later, he was named editor-in-chief, and is now President and Publisher.
Galassi is also a translator of poetry and a poet himself. He has translated and published the poetic works of the Italian poets Giacomo Leopardi and Eugenio Montale. His honors as a poet include a 1989 Guggenheim Fellowship, and ... more »
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He was middle-aged which
means that the mixture of
death and life in him was
still undetermined. And
all of a sudden he took
an unwarranted turn—impul-
sive, convulsive. As in
plays where the roof gets
blown off the convention-
al house and the audience
is left to gape at the
He has a gift for self-
serious hyperbole and he
resorts to it regularly
to describe and explain
his behavior. Not that
anything happened. But
he stared into something,
an abyss or a garden, and...