Toi Derricotte’s story is a hero’s journey―a poet earning her way home, to her own commanding powers. “I”: New and Selected Poems shows the reader both the closeness of the enemy and the poet’s inherent courage, inventiveness, and joy.It is a record of one woman’s response to the repressive and fracturing forces around the subjects of race, class, color, gender, and sexuality. Each poem is an act of victory as the author finds her way through repressive forces to speak with beauty and truth. This collection features more than thirty new poems as well as selections from five previous collections. This retrospective volume unflinchingly explores the author’s complex experiences as a light-skinned black woman in America. . . . Derricotte’s attention lingers on places of struggle where life is at its most vibrant, urgent, and surprising. ― Publisher’s Weekly Starred Review In this new and selected collection, Derricotte writes with her characteristic candor and grace. And Telly! Telly! Telly the goldfish, ‘his swishy tail a magisterial emblem / of the Living God.’ The ‘i’ of these poems is not afraid to love a goldfish, not afraid to write that love into poems full of trusting sincerity and deep connection. She knocks me out every time. ― Camille Dungy, Orion 'I' offers Derricotte a bit of Thoreau’s doubleness, a chance to stand outside of her impressive body of work and view it anew. Thus the writer, much like the reader, has a fresh experience of 'All the years / of fear and raging / in my poems, the years I continued / in thankless silence ― until I was empty / of it...' -- Kristofer Collins ― Pittsburgh Magazine What song do you sing when you sing ‘so low we can't hear you?’ Toi Derricotte makes poetry of that song. It rises from ‘the houses where you hear the least squealing,’ it is ‘quieter than blossoms & near invisible.’ It is filled with witness and love for our literal and literary families. -- Terrance Hayes No writer I know of explores with more honesty the sorrows and wonders and joys and shames and tenderness of being alive. No writer is more tender. And no poems I know of make me feel witnessed, held, beheld, the way Derricotte’s do. Her poems behold us. I am so grateful for these poems. I am so grateful for Derricotte’s beautiful heart. -- Ross Gay These exceptional new poems reveal one of America's strongest and most ardent poets mid-strife, on fire, charging forward toward all that is false in our lives and in our world. How endlessly grateful I feel that, once again, she has allowed us to accompany her. -- Robin Coste Lewis The new poems in Toi Derricotte’s collection ‘I’ reveal that she has entered an entire new sphere as a poet, in which the struggles fall away and the spirits take her hands and float her forward. After years of wrestling with her demons, Derricotte has awakened―enlightened, serene, truth coming to her, through her, so casually. She has earned this grace with all her hard work, suffering and love. -- Alicia Suskin Ostriker Finalist for the National Book Award in Poetry Recipient of the 2020 Frost Medal for Distinguished Lifetime Achievement in Poetry BCALA Honor Book for Best Poetry Award 2020 Toi Derricotte is an award-winning poet whose work tackles difficult and universal subject matter such as violence, racism, motherhood, and self-identity through an autobiographical lens. She is the author of The Undertaker’s Daughter and four previous poetry collections, including Tender , winner of the Paterson Poetry Prize. She is the recipient of two Pushcart Prizes and fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Guggenheim Foundation, among other honors. Derricotte is cofounder of Cave Canem, professor emerita at the University of Pittsburgh, and a chancellor of the Academy of American Poets. The blessed angels   How much like angels are these tall gladiolas in a vase on my coffee table, as if in a bunch whispering.  How slender and artless, how scandalously alive, each with its own humors and pulse.  Each weight- bearing stem is the stem of a thought through which aspires the blood-metal of stars.  Each heart is a gift for the king.  When I was a child, my mother and aunts would sit in the kitchen gossiping.  One would tip her head toward me, “Little Ears,” she’d warn, and the whole room went silent.  Now, before sunrise, what secrets I am told!—being quieter than blossoms & near invisible.