Why remember the dead? poet Kathy Nelson begins this sobering meditation, a descent and rise through what\'s lost and sometimes found again, her keen eye on the natural world, her mother in the Bardo and in life, both trouble and love restored, unshakable grief, regret, triumph, mystery... -Marianne Boruch, Bestiary Dark.
And what a rewarding gift for all of us, to follow her there.
Last night, Nelson writes, I found a hidden stairway leading down/into a maze of rooms ...
That someone is this most remarkable poet.
And such lovely, startling interventions of language and image! Vivid detail, layer upon layer-say, a landscape stitched with fencerows, or to hold a breath until someone unlocks the door.
And why exactly? Because we need these poems as lens, as touchstone.
Why remember the dead? poet Kathy Nelson begins this sobering meditation, a descent and rise through what\'s lost and sometimes found again, her keen eye on the natural world, her mother in the Bardo and in life, both trouble and love restored, unshakable grief, regret, triumph, mystery..
