Caroline Finkelstein

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Caroline Finkelstein (born New York City, April, 1940, died Atlanta, February, 2016) was an American poet.[1]

Born1940 (1940)
Died2016 (aged 7576)
Atlanta, Georgia
OccupationPoet
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Caroline Finkelstein
Born1940 (1940)
Died2016 (aged 7576)
Atlanta, Georgia
Alma materGoddard College
OccupationPoet
RelativesDavid I. Shapiro (brother)
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Life

Finkelstein was the second child of Louis and Rasha (Rae) Shapiro, clothing merchants in Manhattan. Her brother, David I. Shapiro, became a noted Washington lawyer. As a girl, Finkelstein led what she calls “a bifurcated life, half American, half some idea of upper bourgeois European society....This upbringing maintains itself in many of my poems as mood, or attitude, or actual subject matter.”[2]

She was married at nineteen to Jack Finkelstein, a pediatric neurologist. They had three children: Adam, Gabriel, and Nicholas. She divorced in 1977 and later married the poet Robert Clinton, whom she also divorced.

Having dropped out of Barnard College after one term, she earned an M.F.A. at Goddard College, where she studied with Ellen Bryant Voigt, Robert Hass, and Michael Ryan. She was at Yaddo[3] and the MacDowell Colony.

In Vermont she became good friends with Donald Hall. She visited Jane Kenyon shortly before her death.[4]

She has published her work in Poetry,[5] The Gettysburg Review,[6] Fence, The Paris Review,[7] Seneca Review,[8] New American Writing, and The American Poetry Review.[9]

She last lived in Roswell, Georgia.[10]

Awards

Works

  • "Autumn Again". Virginia Quarterly Review: 501–502. Summer 1993.
  • "The Lovers". Virginia Quarterly Review: 500–501. Summer 1993. Archived from the original on December 27, 2010.
  • "After a Vermont Pond, 1977". Salon Magazine. March 16, 2004. Archived from the original on June 6, 2011. Retrieved June 2, 2009.

Poetry Books

Ploughshares

Quotes

About her poem "Conjecture Number One Thousand", Finkelstein wrote: “I wrote [the poem] while I was a fellow at the MacDowell Colony. It’s a rueful comment on my second marriage and an attempt at checking the longing that lives in my memories. The irony and occasional flippancy replicate much of the marriage’s shape. Being at MacDowell, where my former husband and I had once attended, only heightened the senses of loss and comedy within that loss.”[2]

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