The Virginian-Pilot
                            THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT  
              Copyright (c) 1995, Landmark Communications, Inc.

DATE: Sunday, January 22, 1995               TAG: 9501240501
SECTION: COMMENTARY               PAGE: J2   EDITION: FINAL 
TYPE: Book Review
SOURCE: BY LYNN DEAN HUNTER
                                             LENGTH: Medium:   87 lines

POETRY GROUNDED IN SOUTHERN SOIL

LIGHT YEARS

New and Selected Poems

DABNEY STUART

Louisiana State University Press. 196 pp. $24.95. THE LANGUAGE THEY SPEAK IS THINGS TO EAT

Poems by 15 Contemporary North Carolina Poets

EDITED BY MICHAEL MCFEE

University of North Carolina Press. 276 pp. $24.95.

LIGHT YEARS: NEW AND SELECTED POEMS establishes Virginian Dabney Stuart's place among the modern poets. A retrospective of 30 years of lucid writing, Light Years shows the poet's growth in voice, technique and self-awareness.

Stuart's debut book of poems, The Diving Bell, appeared in 1966. He was 28, a young adult searching his past for clues to how to live his future. In the ensuing three decades, Stuart published eight more books of poetry, two of them nominees for Pulitzer Prizes; a critical study of Vladimir Nabokov; and a collection of short stories, Sweet Lucy Wine.

Stuart's range of style and form is astonishing: Some work employs rhyme, stanza and meter; some is free even of punctuation. Some is styled satirically; some autobiographically; some in the poetic heritage of William Butler Yeats and Robert Lowell. Still, there is a bedrock under it all: Stuart writes with an unflinching honesty. The reader can trust him to tell the truth, whatever the subject may be.

Born and raised in Richmond, with grandparents in Hampton, Stuart has a Virginian's sense of place. Many of his poems are set in towns where he's lived or near Lexington, where he is an English professor at Washington and Lee University. His images of nature are Virginian - the Blue Ridge, rivers, rocks, killdeer, dogwood. Yet, Stuart's poems are not simply about places; nor are they purely personal. Rather, he molds familiar details of place and happenstance into a forum for the exploration of larger issues.

In ``Rescue,'' this questioning voice returns to the place where the poet once nearly drowned, in Hampton Creek:

I am no better swimmer

now than when I was five

and the past is more treacherous water

than the creek. . .

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Similar concerns with the past, the personal and a Southern sense of place dominate The Language They Speak Is Things to Eat, an anthology of North Carolina poetry published by the University of North Carolina. (UNC Press produced The Rough Road Home: Stories by North Carolina Writers in 1992.)

Edited by poet Michael McFee, whose poetry is included, this collection offers a healthy selection from the works of 15 contemporary writers - who were born in North Carolina or have long lived in the state - rather than the usual anthology menu of three or four poems by 50 or 60 poets. McFee's arrangement creates a vastly more satisfying reading experience.

Poems by Maya Angelou, Kathryn Stripling Byer, Robert Morgan, Fred Chappell, Reynolds Price, Betty Adcock and others explore the ways that language can paint a Southern landscape. In the poem that gives the book its title, James Applewhite writes:

The tobacco's long put in. Whiffs of it curing

Are a memory that rustles the sweet gums.

Pete and Joe paid out, maybe two weeks ago.

The way their hard hands hook a bottle of Pepsi Cola,

It always makes me lonesome for something more.

The language they speak is things to eat.

Barbeque's smell shines blue in the wind.

Titles of Nehi Grape, Doctor Pepper, are nailed

Onto barns, into wood sides slivered and alive,

Like the color pork turns in heat over ashes.

Says McFee, justifiably so: ``The words they write are things to eat, appetizing and nourishing.''

MEMO: Lynn Dean Hunter is a poet and fiction writer who lives in Virginia

Beach. ILLUSTRATION: Photo

W. PATRICK HINELY

``Light Years: New and Selected Poems'' showcases Dabney Stuart's

vast range of style and form.

by CNB