“Gizzi’s poems reach persistently for what comes to seem like the ghost of the beauty of the world.” —Rae Armantrout, Poetry Foundation

“Gizzi is heir to Emily Dickinson’s occult friendliness, her easy rapport across the “threshold” of the grave. .  .”—Dan Chiasson, The New Yorker

From The Growing Edge

There is a spike
in the air
a distant thrum
you call singing.

From Threshold Songs © 2011 by Peter Gizzi, published by Wesleyan University Press. Used with permission.