For almost three decades, arising sometimes even before daybreak, Alberta Turner boarded a Greyhound bus in Oberlin, Ohio, and made the one-hour trip in to Cleveland, often not returning home till late in the evening. In her office on the18th floor of Cleveland State University's Rhodes Tower, she met with students throughout the day, continuing conversations in the elevator on her way down to class. And one Friday a month, for 26 years, she presided over an open poetry workshop that might run till 11 p.m.-at the conclusion of which, her longtime colleague Leonard Trawick remembers, she would toss her arms and proclaim, “It's been such a wonderful day!”

Turner's zest for life was legend. It is also apparent on every page of the eight books of poetry she found time to write-when she wasn't arranging for a major literary figure like Allen Ginsberg or Seamus Heaney to give a reading or workshop at CSU, or publishing an article about Milton (on whose poetry she was an authority), or poring over a manuscript in her capacity as director of the CSU Poetry Center. (The Center's annual competition and prize, which included publication of a book, drew between 800 and 1,000 manuscripts a year from around the U.S. and the world at the height of its glory.) The Harvard Review pronounced her own work “constantly fresh, surprising, and singular.”

Turner's poems bristle with startling, often surreal images that keep you off balance, upsetting your settled way of thinking about the world; they force you to experience life afresh. “Some have stars on their foreheads,” begins a poem called “Houses Trot Toward Us” that goes on to infuse the simple act of walking down the street with a new vibrancy: “They trot porch to porch, screen doors snapping,/shades lowering and lifting./Just out of reach they toss their eaves,/lower their front steps, and begin to graze.” She is a master of the verb: trot. . .snapping
. . .graze. Tall spruces “shiver like bliss” when the axe bites. “All day,” confides an angry housewife, “I blind potatoes, strip beans, gut squashes.”

And if Turner often writes cryptically and without explaining references (“Prue” is her daughter, “Brent” her son) about personal situations and experiences, her work is always provocative. Her themes are universal: married life, grief, childhood, widowhood, growing old. But the treatment is edgy and free of cliché. Part of the power comes from Turner's candor; she reports the facts in honest, unsparing words. (The first section of her 1982 textbook, To Make a Poem, consists of exercises designed to encourage the beginning poet not to censor his or her true feelings.) Another source of her poetry's edginess is its aura of mystery:

Many of Turner's poems, up through and including the 1983 collection A Belfry of Knees, are built in short, terse phrases that recall Emily Dickinson in their aphoristic groping after some hard kernel of truth. (Leonard Trawick says Turner sometimes pieced together her poems from fragments-shards of poignant realization-written in the early morning hours or late at night on the bus.) The poems that make up the last part of Beginning with And: New and Selected Poems (Bottom Dog Press, 1994) are more ruminative, even conversational. The multi-part sequence “Man and Wife,” written after her husband Arthur's death in 1984, picks through the detritus of a shared life-bronzed baby shoes, photographs on the piano, a pair of crutches on the garage wall-with a mix of tenderness and rue.

Born in 1919 in Pleasantville, New York, Alberta Tucker attended Hunter College, earning her master's and Ph.D. at Wellesley College and Ohio State University. At OSU she met and married Arthur Turner, a brilliant graduate student who wore leg braces as a result of polio. In 1947, Arthur began teaching English at Oberlin College. The school's nepotism clause limited Alberta to teaching only the occasional course, so in 1964 she accepted a part-time teaching position at Cleveland's Fenn College-along with the directorship of its Poetry Forum, an ambitious project established a year or two earlier by the poet Lewis Turco. Turner continued in both capacities after Fenn was subsumed in 1967 into the new Cleveland State University. In 1969 she moved to full-time status. The same year, at Oberlin, she co-founded Field, an journal of contemporary poetry and politics that over the next 20 years would bring her into contact with, and earn her the respect of, most of the eminent poets then writing in America and England.

She was 51 when the first of her own eight books of poetry, a small chapbook inspired by a recent trip to Alaska, was published by Triskelian Press in Oberlin.

Three more collections soon followed: Need (1971), Learning to Count (1974) and Lid and Spoon (1977), the last two under the prestigious imprint of the University of Pittsburgh Press. Turner's growing reputation as “a wordsmith of the first order” (poet and Newbery medalist Nancy Willard) was cemented that same year with the first of a series of books she was to edit or write on the art of poetry, Fifty Contemporary Poets: The Creative Process (New York: McKay). In Poets Teaching (New York: Longman, 1980), she looked over the shoulder of 32 teaching poets as they imparted the secrets of their craft, helping students rework and sharpen their poems.

Forced into mandatory retirement from CSU in 1990 at age 70, Turner jumped at the chance to continue teaching there part-time. She maintained contact with her former students, some now published poets, and continued to be active with the Poetry Center and its press, which in 1993 brought out its 100th title. Her own last book of poems, Tomorrow Is a Tight Fist, was published in 2001 when she was 81. Alberta Turner died in 2003 at her home in Oberlin.

text by
Dennis Dooley
1986 Winner of the Cleveland Arts Prize for Literature

Spring 2004