These poems land with grace wherever thrown.
Here are burned-down farms and ranches, their soil giving forth plums or a sifting of bones.
As for the translation as a whole, the main thing it’s got going for it is clarity.
An anchor to the search, a breadcrumb on the mountainous path, a navigational star on the night sea, a reason to continue.
As much as an axe helve is fitted to the grasp of the human hand, this text is fitted for the human mind.
Dove’s book seeks to answer the question, “How do we live as wingless birds?”
I’m So Fine turns its gaze powerfully upon men, famous and not-so-famous, but even more powerfully upon the self…
These are strong women, who, even while the accept the inevitability of pain and death, recognize that “death in life is never/Knowing what is good”