Poetry Review: “Little Kisses” — Poetic Affection

Reading Little Kisses is reassuring — and that is a valuable attribute given the times we are living in.

Little Kisses by Lloyd Schwartz. The University of Chicago Press. 73 pages, $18.


By Ed Meek

Lloyd Schwartz has become a cultural icon in the Boston area. Like Robert Pinsky, Henry Louis Gates, Jr. and Helen Vendler, his is a name you probably recognize. Part of the reason for this is that Lloyd Schwartz has a wide range. I first ran into his work in the ’80s when he wrote about opera for the Boston Phoenix. He is a well-known Elizabeth Bishop scholar and won a Pulitzer Prize for Criticism in 1994. He does a little acting. He teaches in the MFA Program at University of Massachusetts Harbor Campus, and he writes poetry.

In his new book of poems, Schwartz is often funny in a bittersweet way. His humor has a sad yet sentimental undercurrent, whether he is writing about a conversation with his mother who has Alzheimer’s, or a close friend who disappeared, or a ring he can’t find, or being mistaken for Jerry Garcia of The Grateful Dead in a parking lot in Somerville.

Some of these poems do not exactly read like poetry, but rather like the hybrid form of prose and poetry that is showing up more and more these days (see Claudia Rankine, for example). Other poems are tighter with rhyme and assonance and cadence. He uses some of his expertise in music here and there, and sometimes engages in a kind of playfulness as in “Howl.” “How’ll I learn my lines if there isn’t any script? /How’ll I find my shoes if I can’t find my glasses?”

In a poem entitled “Crossword,” he is both funny and clever.

You’re doing a crossword.
I’m working on a puzzle.
Do you love me enough?
What’s the missing word?


Yet, he can also be serious. In a poem about a missing friend, he concludes with these lines: “Our birthdays are looming. The older I get, the less and less/ I understand this world, /and the people in it.” The ending is unexpected yet, as with all good endings, it hits the proper mark of bewilderment in this puzzling period we are living through.

Here he is describing an orchestra conductor:

Breezing easily between exotic Chinoiserie
and hometown hoedown, whisking lightly between
woodwind delicacy and jazzy trombone…He’s all dippy knees, flappy elbows, and floppy wrists…

He threw himself into the music—and very nearly into
the first violin section…

Late one night in a parking lot in Somerville Schwartz sees two young men smoking marijuana. He feels a bit apprehensive as he walks to his car. Then one of the two men tells him a silly joke and offers him a drag because he looks like Jerry Garcia: “long gray hair and a bushy gray (almost white) beard…” He laughs about the encounter all the way home.

My favorite poem, “Goldring,” is about losing a ring he’d worn for thirty years. He nimbly moves from obsessing about losing the ring, to trying to find it, to connecting it to other types of loss. Then he does what many confessional writers do – segues into self-consciousness. He mediates on the urge to look:

Why should he lose it now?He’d been having a run of bad luck.

A downward spiral…

His finger feels empty.

He feels empty and sad…

Another little hole in his life…

Endings, separations, partings—always leave him melancholy.

At a party he is always last to leave…

Maybe he should write his own poem—the way other poets turn their losses/into poems.

When Schwartz comments on other writers turning loss into poetry, he is satirizing them, at least a bit. But he is also self-deprecating enough to poke fun at himself for doing it.

In his poetry, Schwartz creates a warm and likable persona who uses verse as a means of dealing with a difficult world. Reading Little Kisses is reassuring — and that is a valuable attribute given the times we are living in. There may be Alzheimer’s, people may disappear from our lives, sometimes we lose objects we care about, but there is great music to be listened to and people can be unexpectedly humane.

Ed Meek is the author of Spy Pond and What We Love. A collection of his short stories, Luck, came out in May. WBUR’s Cognoscenti featured his poems during poetry month this year.


  1. Barbara on June 30, 2017 at 5:12 pm

    Thank you for your insightful look into “Little Kisses”.

  2. Duncan Nelson on July 10, 2017 at 9:33 pm

    Finding everything I could seek/ Is what I get when I peek at Meek/ And how pleased I was that Ed employed/ His amazing skill in praising Lloyd// Who with big little pecks produces blisses/ Sweet as sex in “Little Kisses”!

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