"Regional poetry at its best, where the strongly articulated local voice slips easily, persuasively, and movingly into the universal." -- J. R. Willingham, Choice "Uses the history and prehistory of the Sangamon river valley as his subject matter; the poems are laconic, earthy, full of sharply observed details, and are rendered with a flair for common speech." -- Library Journal "Knoepfle has long been misunderstood and underestimated among U.S. poets. . . . poems from the sangamon, his finest single collection to date, celebrates the Sangamon country around Springfield." -- Charles Guenther, St. Louis Post-Dispatch "Captures without nostalgia a time and a people in their essences, embodying their raw emotions, their dreams, and the bitter realities of being caught up in the twentieth century." -- Anne C. Bromley, Prairie Schooner
anyone can tell you charlie is my name well you get old the barn is a place and catfood keeps in a tin will do as well as a roast and it doesn't cost so much see you go off after so many years healthy or not so next fall I climb to the loft and when spring comes they can look for me in that place I dont complain whats fair whats unfair my life was only a little life but you can tell everybody I did not end it myself man in overalls
John Knoepfle's collection Poems from the Sangamon provide a glimpse into the geographical and cultural influences on the people and landscape of rural Illinois. Knoepfle's poetry is universal in its reflections. The characters, humor, and spirituality within the poems transcend a specific locality. Knoepfle employs verse without punctuation or capitalization (aside from capitalizing the personal pronoun "I") which can obscure the meaning of some passages: We heard about a comma making a difference whether or not we're eating with or eating grandma; here, the absence of punctuation can leave the reader confused if the reader is trying to speed through this collection. Rather, the lack of grammar forces the reader to slow down, like the Sangamon, and flow one word to the next. As readers, we are free to participate in the creation of meaning and significance.
thank you for listening to me but I must tell you I am not native to this country because I was conceived far east of broadwell in indiana my parents coming to williamsville shortly after and I was born there and that was five summers ago last june 21st
and that is how it is I am the gnawed bone of my fathers desire the starlight of my mothers dreaming I am the bean blossom of their happy needfulness my mother luxuriously yawning oh you were wonderful and my father his face shining like an apple you duck for in the kitchen on halloween did you really think so
I am in other respects like everyone here I am starred with bethlehem I will have my crown of thorns but there will be hosannas too in my life and delectable mountains as in everyones life princess candidate, sangamon county fair