Atsiliepimai
Aprašymas
In this thrilling and austere debut collection of poems by Spencer K. M. Brown there are "honeybees whispering their amber noise in my ear," and even "the bone-dust of little fish and snakes" is collected and admired and praised. The poet wanders "the ghost-light" of evening woods and praises "the whorl of dust my soul drags behind it." Over and over, these poems give us the sacred details of the everyday, and we end up a fellow pilgrim through the ordinary that is blessed and made new by such art. (Steve Scafidi)
In this thrilling and austere debut collection of poems by Spencer K. M. Brown there are "honeybees whispering their amber noise in my ear," and even "the bone-dust of little fish and snakes" is collected and admired and praised. The poet wanders "the ghost-light" of evening woods and praises "the whorl of dust my soul drags behind it." Over and over, these poems give us the sacred details of the everyday, and we end up a fellow pilgrim through the ordinary that is blessed and made new by such art. (Steve Scafidi)
Atsiliepimai