Poetry.
But how does the poet make grief so beautiful? Who knew the language of grief could be stricken itself with the language of beauty? Here the deer have disappeared but when the speaker closes her eyes, she \'can see them / licking the coats of their fawns, anchoring / their spots to their fur to their bodies to the forest floor.\' There\'s simply no doubt that Wahmanholm is a poet because language is the center of all of her work, whet. "Claire Wahmanholm\'s book Redmouth is grief-stricken.
Poetry