We hold it against you that you survived.
People better than you are dead,
but you still punch the clock.
Your body has wizened but has not bled
"Grave and witty, classical and contemporary, The Long Meadow is a casually brilliant collection of poems. Seshadri is a writer of subtle, elastic and unblinking intelligence . . . Thematically, Seshadri asks big questions and addresses big issues--time and consciousness, suffering and devotion--but for all their deep seriousness of purpose, his poems refuse to take themselves too seriously, disguising an existential disquisition on death as a Rocky and Bullwinkle episode, considering human suffering through the lens of 'Superman Agonistes,' grounding a parable of divine injustice with the freedom of a dog unleashed in the Long Meadow of Brooklyn's Prospect Park. Profound and delightful, The Long Meadow well deserves the high distinction bestowed upon it by the James Laughlin Award."—Campbell McGrath, citation for the James Laughlin Award