Rebecca Foust’s fifth book, "Paradise Drive," won the 2015 Press 53 Award for Poetry and was reviewed in the Georgia Review, Hudson Review, Huffington Post, Philadelphia Inquirer, San Francisco Chronicle, Washington Review of Books, and elsewhere. Recognitions include the 2015 American Literary Review Award for Fiction, the 2015 James Hearst Poetry Prize, the 2014 Constance Rook Creative Nonfiction Award, and fellowships from the Frost Place, MacDowell Colony, Sewanee Writer’s Conference, and West Chester Poetry Conference. “Paradise Drive” can be ordered at www.press53.com. For more information visit rebeccafoust.com.
Today’s poem is the last one in "Head Off & Split," a stunning collection that won the National Book Award in 2011, with poems that address the personal and the political as well as the intersection of the two.
These are precarious times for immigrants in our country, one reason I was drawn to today’s poem, a somewhat metaphysical musing on what it means to be an immigrant, an alien, or any kind of “other” in the world.
We understand then, as the poet wants us to, that the change in vision that age affords is more than mere consolation; it is age, rather than youth, that is more beautiful and a thing to be valued, not feared.