The Rest of Love

Striking new poems from a writer whose "lyric gift . . . outstrips all diversionary maneuvers." (Carol Moldaw, The Antioch Review)

The light, for as far as

I can see, is that of any number of late

afternoons I remember still: how the light

seemed a bell; how it seemed I'd been living

insider it, waiting - I'd heard all about

that one clear note it gives.

—from "Late Apollo III"

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