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annabend's review
4.0
"What will you be in that cross alley
you'll turn into, where I can't see?"
I am not a worthy critic of poetry, but I can say that many poems in this collection moved me or had evoked a wistful nostalgia for a moment in time I can re-feel but can't fully remember. In my naïveté I might call the poems beautiful and their rhythm intoxicating. They insist on being heard, urging you to keep going and keep returning to the human capacity to find wonder in the smallest, most primal things.
"...Anyway, yesterday
I had this idea, this line of lyrics
to put to a bird's song I heard
from the mirror boskage in the underground city.
Everything that comes has come before
but in some other, forgotten shape
that was never, or badly, born
and insists, waiting to be loved properly."
you'll turn into, where I can't see?"
I am not a worthy critic of poetry, but I can say that many poems in this collection moved me or had evoked a wistful nostalgia for a moment in time I can re-feel but can't fully remember. In my naïveté I might call the poems beautiful and their rhythm intoxicating. They insist on being heard, urging you to keep going and keep returning to the human capacity to find wonder in the smallest, most primal things.
"...Anyway, yesterday
I had this idea, this line of lyrics
to put to a bird's song I heard
from the mirror boskage in the underground city.
Everything that comes has come before
but in some other, forgotten shape
that was never, or badly, born
and insists, waiting to be loved properly."
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