title: Wet (Wick Poetry First Book)
author:  Carolyn Creedon 
description: I'm moved by the way that Carolyn Creedon's work treats experience as sacred. She won't look away from difficult truths. She writes frankly about her own frustrations, longings, and heartbreaks, but she also recognizes the suffering of others their secret grievances and griefs. The daily working world is here in full measure. And yet there's an oddly religious feeling that keeps breaking through this volume, which cherishes the small things, the lesser divinities, and ends with a prayer. It heartens me to welcome this fiery and fervent book, this wet collection, into the world. --Edward Hirsch, Judge<br /><br />I have long admired Carolyn Creedon's work. Her first book is strong and vital. She is not like anyone else now publishing in our country. Her directness and immediacy make her a kind of legitimate granddaughter of the sublime Walt Whitman. --Harold Bloom<br /><br />Gleaming wet with all the fluids of life the high sweet sacrament that stank of blood and wine these astonishing poems defy us to separate the sacred from the profane, myths from the mundane, intellect from appetite. Language itself moves with a fluid energy, a breathtaking emotional velocity and formal dexterity, hot-wired by humor, fueled by hunger, cadence after cadence, as Creedon piles on the similes till the whole world wears her kind of trouble, her wild and brilliant apprehension. --Eleanor Wilner<br /><br />I have long admired Carolyn Creedon's work. Her first book is strong and vital. She is not like anyone else now publishing in our country. Her directness and immediacy make her a kind of legitimate granddaughter of the sublime Walt Whitman. --Harold Bloom<br /><br />Gleaming wet with all the fluids of life the high sweet sacrament that stank of blood and wine these astonishing poems defy us to separate the sacred from the profane, myths from the mundane, intellect from appetite. Language itself moves with a fluid energy, a breathtaking emotional velocity and formal dexterity, hot-wired by humor, fueled by hunger, cadence after cadence, as Creedon piles on the similes till the whole world wears her kind of trouble, her wild and brilliant apprehension. --Eleanor Wilner
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  > DRENCHED WITH A DUKE
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > EMILY MURDOCH
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright © 2018 by Emily Murdoch
  
  All rights reserved.
  
  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or
  mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without
  written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in
  a book review.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  To my brother: he will probably never read this, but he is a constant
  inspiration to me.
  
  And of course, Joshua.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > CONTENTS
  
  > [Acknowledgments](index_split_005.html#filepos3574)
  
  > [Chapter 1](index_split_006.html#filepos4577)
  
  > [Chapter 2](index_split_007.html#filepos27413)
  
  > [Chapter 3](index_split_008.html#filepos47913)
  
  > [Chapter 4](index_split_009.html#filepos76021)
  
  > [Chapter 5](index_split_010.html#filepos96364)
  
  > [Chapter 6](index_split_011.html#filepos117602)
  
  > [Chapter 7](index_split_012.html#filepos133842)
  
  > [Chapter 8](index_split_013.html#filepos158879)
  
  > [Chapter 9](index_sp