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Vuong is the author of the poetry collections Time Is a Mother (2022) and Night Sky With Exit Wounds (2016), the winner of the 2017 T.S. Eliot Prize, and the chapbooks No (2013) and Burnings (2010), which was an Over the Rainbow selection by the American Library Association.
" Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong," The New Yorker " Aubade With Burning City "; " On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous ," Poetry Magazine “ Telemachus ,” Beloit Poetry Journal
The Vietnamese-born American poet Ocean Vuong is one of the most exciting new poets to emerge in the last decade or so. His poetry deals with a variety of themes, including war, family, love, and identity, with many of his poems discussing the enigmatic figure of his father.
The editors discuss Ocean Vuong’s poem “Not Even This” from the April 2020 issue of Poetry.
The highly anticipated collection of poems from the award-winning writer Ocean Vuong. In this deeply intimate second poetry collection, Ocean Vuong searches for life among the aftershocks of his personal and social loss, embodying the paradox of sitting within grief while being determined to survive beyond it.
Ocean Vuong (born Vương Quốc Vinh, Vietnamese: [vɨəŋ˧ kuək˧˥ viɲ˧]; born 14 October 1988) is a Vietnamese American poet, essayist, and novelist. He is the recipient of the 2014 Ruth Lilly /Sargent Rosenberg Fellowship from the Poetry Foundation, [2] 2016 Whiting Award, [3] and the 2017 T. S. Eliot Prize. [4] .
A collection of poems and essays by LGBTQ+ poets on topics and themes of identity, gender, and sexuality.
“I wrote this poem as a response to how brown and yellow bodies are often depicted, or rather, written over, in Western literature. I wanted to reclaim that narrative while still signaling the legacy of violence and reductive portrayal of Asian bodies by Western writers.
About this Poem “I think when I write, I often write to the terrified versions of myself—which, for whatever reason, makes me think of fire escapes. What if a poem was all fire escape—and no building, all bones for departure?