The narrators in this mesmerizing collection often desire to hold time still — in moments of love, yes, but also when feeling fully located in a...more
The narrators in this mesmerizing collection often desire to hold time still — in moments of love, yes, but also when feeling fully located in a particular place or experience. Yet they also acknowledge that to hold time still would mean the death of love, the death of experience. Thus, the grounding and locating sensory images that surround us — and the eye that apprehends them — become greatly important. At the heart of the book is “What Night Says to the Empty Boat,” a sequence of lyric poems in which the three main characters — Justine, Clarence, and Andy — drift to and from, together and apart, viewed through the dispassionate lens of the unspoken fourth main character. An artistic and philosophical endeavor to place oneself in the world, this stunning collection is a wholehearted embrace of being, where technique and subject come together in a remarkable combination of personal lyric and formal innovation. less
The poems in this volume make my heart go pity-pat and that doesn't happen a lot. But it is the sensation I always hope for. Wayne Miller has the ability to describe the atmosphere in a way that feels impossible to describe. His poems have surprises and humor. Definitely a favorite of mine now.
Cities are sad and beautiful, and we exist in them and so separate from them. Still. And people. But we're always touching and balancing, and making up ways of touching through light and weather. It's OK that it's like this.