Nancy Willard

Nancy Willard
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Nancy Willard (born June 26, 1936) is a novelist, a poet, and a children's writer and occasional illustrator. Her 1981 collection of poems, A Visit to William Blake's Inn, won the Newbery Medal as that year's most distinguished contribution to American children's literature.

Willard was born in Ann Arbor, Michigan, where she later received the B.A. and Ph.D. from the University of Michigan and won five Hopwood Awards for creative writing. She also studied at Stanford University, where she received her M.A.

Her first novel, Things Invisible to See (1985), is set in her home town of Ann Arbor in the 1940s. Two brothers become involved with a paralyzed young woman, and it ... more »

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  • lilyyy(1/16/2018 9:35:00 AM)

    the a poem that i wanted didn't show up: (

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  • Karen Blase(4/30/2017 5:22:00 PM)

    I was saddened to learn of Nancy Willard's death in February of this year. Her award-winning book, A Visit to William Blake's Inn was read many, many times as my children were growing up. My son is now 39 and he and his wife, Brandy are celebrating the birth of their first child, Amelia Rose. We all agreed that Amelia Rose needed her very own copy of A Visit to William Blake's Inn. Many more years of lyrical, magical poetry ahead. I hope this message might reach her family so they know what a precious gift Nancy Willard was to children and families everywhere. Karen Blase

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  • Terence Collings(7/20/2016 10:16:00 AM)

    Highly lyrical, whimsical interpretation. Original ideas, with vague, tho evocative sly sub texts
    I shall re-revisit Ms. Willard with keen expectations!

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Best Poem of Nancy Willard

A Wreath To The Fish

Who is this fish, still wearing its wealth,
flat on my drainboard, dead asleep,
its suit of mail proof only against the stream?
What is it to live in a stream,
to dwell forever in a tunnel of cold,
never to leave your shining birthsuit,
never to spend your inheritance of thin coins?
And who is the stream, who lolls all day
in an unmade bed, living on nothing but weather,
singing, a little mad in the head,
opening her apron to shells, carcasses, crabs,
eyeglasses, the lines of fisherman begging for
news from the interior-oh, who are these lines
that link a...

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