I don’t represent poetry or even fiction at this point but I remember Copper Canyon’s name very well from my days buying poetry for the Boulder Bookstore in 1986: I always thought that poetry was an important category in the town that hosted a great seasonal surge in poets for the readings at the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics!
There’s a great profile of Copper Canyon in the Seattle Post Intelligencer today, linked here. (I’ve stolen this directly from Publisher’s Lunch, which always has the best daily round-up of publishing stories across the web.)
We should all have a soft spot in our hearts for small publishers who prize quality, craftsmanship, and patience, and I think it’s a great testament to the press that W.S. Merwin chose Copper Canyon over Knopf for his most recent book of collected poems. It makes for an inspirational read. In fact I liked the story so much I went ahead and ordered Merwin’s Migration, which is probably not a bad idea for anyone interested in poetry, as it won the 2005 National Book Award.