Description
These poems bear witness to the cycles of growth and decay that make up our lives. They are the work of a poet writing with an awareness of the seasonal circle closing, for the year and for herself. They are at once fearful, fragile and fearless in announcing ‘For now, we have October?/ October, lined with gold.’ They are also homages to the dead and the dying, and a reaching beyond the veil of the ‘now’ to a place where there is ‘nothing but nothing’. At times they are deeply personal, while still existing within the mythic and the impersonal, as when the recall of a room reflects the ‘casual, artless grouping of all longing’.







Steep Tea
Let Us Compare Mythologies
This Is Yarrow
Comic Poems
The Sea Migrations
The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
Selected Poetry
Somewhere Else Entirely
Milk and Honey
Dog Poems
Hansel and Gretel
Under Balkan Light
101 Poems About Childhood
Being Alive
The Tamarit Poems
New and Selected Poems. Volume One
The Handle of the Door