Small Talk: Poems



Dos Madres Press, 2021
96 pages

“Elegant and intimate… Delbos proves his deep attunement to the natural, and to bright blasts of language.”
–Nina MacLaughlin, The Boston Globe

“In his elegant and intimate new collection of poetry, Small Talk (Dos Madres), poet and translator Stephan Delbos, first poet laureate of Plymouth, lands us into the lights of different locales: Berlin, the Balkans, the ‘pliant mouth’ of Plymouth. There’s an oneiric, watchful feel to his lines, as he explores a shifting present, particularly in a long poem centering on his new son. Ash becomes ‘a vacant story for the wind’ and ‘grass / in parks sparks teeth of frost,’ and Delbos proves his deep attunement to the natural, and to bright blasts of language. He’s also alert to the uselessness of language, the moments of beauty, the moments of deep swallowing horror. He writes of the Marathon Boston bombing, the 2011 earthquake in Japan, four boys killed on Gaza Beach, moments of disaster and monstrosity. And he addresses poems to Charles Bronson, students, Michael Jackson, and Solzhenitsyn. Delbos raises good questions, too: ‘What malicious, blessed dreamer / pries us from our common sleep / to see the secret / radiance of the ordinary, / then sets us groping / again among rough stones?'” —Nina MacLaughlin, The Boston Globe

“Some smaller poems… are only three lines long, yet deliver impactful insight by capturing brief moments of solitude and intensity.” —Dave Kindy, The Old Colony Memorial

“In Small Talk, Stephan Delbos has accomplished, if not the impossible, then the highly unlikely feat of fusing a Rilkean Romanticism with something like Bunting’s al dente concision and taut rhythms, a squaring the circle of a 21st century modern lyric that no one could have predicted.  I take great pleasure in it, line by line, whether driven by sharp memories of childhood, or the difficulty of facing the world as a new father; a startling elegy for Charles Bronson, or a subversive homage to Bob Dylan; contemplation of a steel urinal in Dublin, or a door handle in Prague; whether in praise of wind or the winding legends of his native Plymouth;  Delbos’ imagination is populated by the bright objects of the world in an idiom all his own.  With a warmth and humor that’s not afraid to run disabused and cold, Delbos hits the road as a winning  cosmopolitan of the present particular, a surprising troubadour of the now.”  –Joshua Weiner

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