Street View: Poems

Maryann Corbett's Street View is a panorama of views: suburban and urban avenues, shown in leaf and in snow; alleyways where misfits lurk in darkness, but also where "Adonis, charioteer of municipal waste collection, rides with the morning"; and boulevards of old buildings whose elegance remains undeniable, even when "prinked in the clown suit of commerce." Street View also navigates the resiliency and failings of the human body, and the memories of family and pivotal acquaintances that shape viewpoints for good or ill. This is the work of a seasoned poet in command of her craft, and deservedly, a finalist for the 2016 Able Muse Book Award. PRAISE FOR STREET VIEW: Assaulted, as we all are, by relentless, restless noise-throbbing subwoofers, urban construction, cynical marketing and violent news, even our own banal chitchat-Maryann Corbett "strafe[s] back with the whole Roget/ and gun[s her] engine to its own rough strife. . . ." Though her weapons, her engines, are stillness, insight, and rhythm, there is indeed a sense in which the poems in Street View wallop their subjects with language. The exquisite, seemingly effortless grace of these poems with their penetrating music and humor deserve a commendation like that the poet gives Veronese: "This is the catechesis/ we need now, for the kind of sight we work with/ here, where the world kabooms."
-George David Clark Given her gift with detail, Maryann Corbett is the perfect person to offer a view, but an even more perfect person to offer a "street view," the title of her new collection. While Corbett has made a career of being precise, she can be whimsical as well, right down to the "Northrop Mall . . . as fixed and formal as an English sonnet." Yet perhaps her greatest strength is that she is not afraid to be the quiet steady gaze that takes in everything: all the things most people would miss.
-Kim Bridgford Maryann Corbett takes the ode less traveled (not to mention the terzanelle less tried and the dactylic hexameter almost unheard of) to oddly familiar destinations: the West Side Y in New York City, Grand Avenue in St. Paul, the dentist's clinic. She is a rhapsodist of times past and places lost or endangered, but she also lives very much in the present. She examines experiences with shrewdness and fascination, crafting them into poems that are breathtaking in their intelligence and brio.
-Susan McLean In Maryann Corbett's new book, we are given a Street View on the world, from Minneapolis t