Fred Marchant

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In a time of historical nightmare, Fred Marchant manages to give us a lyrical impulse that consoles. . . In a time of lies and mediocre ironies in literature, here is the voice that is never afraid to say what matters.

— Ilya Kaminsky, author of Dancing in Odessa

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Said Not Said, poetry by Fred Marchant. Cover art by Peter Sacks.

Said Not Said

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Cover for the Looking House, poems by Fred Marchant

The Looking House

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Cover of Tipping Point, poems by Fred Marchant, 20th anniversary edition

Tipping Point

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Cover of Full Moon Boat, poems by Fred Marchant

Full Moon Boat

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Art by Peter Sacks, cover for Said Not Said, poems by Fred Marchant

Said Not Said

How should a poem respond to the fundamentally unacceptable dimensions of human experience? What good is a poem in the face of irremediable illness, the death of innocents, human predation? Why persist in searching for words and images that inevitably prove inadequate to experiences that seem beyond words, beyond imagining? These are the questions that reside at the core of SAID NOT SAID.

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These poems break open the heart, so we can weep in compassion for all our lives. Fred Marchant teaches and awakens the soul.

Maxine Hong Kingston

There's a wonderfully wide, essential music here in the voice of Fred Marchant, a fluency of spirit both delicate and firm.

Naomi Shihab Nye

To my mind, what distinguishes Marchant’s work is his willingness to take a hard look at human suffering while maintaining his unflinching, delicate tone.

George Kalogeris

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someone in Benghazi with a hose in one hand
uses his free one to wipe down the corpse
water flows over the body and down
a tilted steel tray toward the drain

what washes off washes off

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