Henri Cole

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Dead Wren


Black Camellia

Dead Mother

Oil and Steel



Radcliffe Institute Poetry Reading

Harvard University Phi Beta Kappa Poem

Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award Interview and Reading

Middle Earth is Henri Cole's epiphany, his Whitmanesque sunrise.  The modulation of these poems is extraordinary:  they have a continuous undersong. "It must give pleasure," Stevens said.  So oxymoronic is pleasure-pain, in Henri Cole, that we need to modify Stevens.  But for now, poems like "Icarus Breathing," "Original Face," and "Olympia" are the poems of our climate.  Henri Cole has become a master poet, with few peers.               —Harold Bloom

With Lazarus the hen
Henri and Lazarus
courtesy of Naoe Suzuki

With Nobel Laureate Seamus Heaney.
Seamus Heaney,  Nobel Laureate