Praise for Lying In"In her second full-length collection, Metzger explores pregnancy, motherhood, grief, and bodily transformation. There's a sparse formality to these poems, with their elegant imagery and philosophical musings, but they are also deeply human and grounded in the body. Blurring the boundaries between past and future, Metzger writes about the strangeness and wonder of creating new life and the contradictions inherent in being a new parent [. . .] This is a moving, vulnerable book and a welcome addition to the growing canon of complicated literature about motherhood."-Laura Sackton, Buzzfeed News"These introspective lyrics consider the physical and psychic demands of motherhood and other forms of human relationship. Opening with a meditation on a difficult pregnancy–including a period of forced bed rest–the collection pushes back on the idea that gestation and birth are purely joyful experiences"–Poets & Writers"Elizabeth Metzger writes a taut, searing line. Compression isn't the right word, because these are capacious poems, phrases that hold and open up worlds–of feeling, of experience, of memory mixed with a living moment. Efficient might be a more accurate description–or impeccable."–Jesse Nathan, McSweeney's"If the poems in Lying In have any wisdom to impart, it's that our lives are transitional and contradictory, and that the act of creation depends on asking broad questions instead of providing specific answers."–David Roderick, Poetry Northwest
"Metzger reimagines bed rest as everything from quarantine to a queenly throne, her tones ranging from uncensored envy [. . .] With word-perfect precision, Metzger gives voice to postpartum paradoxes."–Christopher Spaide, Poetry Foundation"This book is profound in the way it portrays love, loss, numbness and longing. ... the overall arc of this amazing collection, ranging from poignance to the introspective, this body of work is a thoughtful offering that stays with the reader. I celebrate its unique relationship with language, its fine approach to storytelling, its ageless themes, cohesiveness, and how insightfully it delved into complex emotions and ideas, with sensitivity and depth. Lying In is one book to return to as often as one permits the longing for words that are devastatingly beautiful in their communication of experiences that leaves behind it, pools of light we never know how thirsty we are for."–Chris Margolin, The Poetry Question
"Elizabeth Metzger's Lying In is a book orbiting sacrifice, orbiting the way(s) one generation gives life then gives way to the next. She writes, 'In wildfire ash / I teach our son the alphabet.' A finger writes letters in the dust of dead trees–what is missing, what is gone, becomes language, literally becomes the shapes from which language is formed. Later, Metzger writes, 'I brought a weather with me // but it was not expectable / that he would stay this long, ' and I tremble. Really, there is something of Dickinson's elemental shudder in Metzger's lyric; I feel it in that deep molten core of me only real art can touch. 'What vision can be given? / What visible is true?' Lying In is brilliant, no bullshit. Elizabeth Metzger has become one of my
