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Granted author Mary Szybist review ï 103 ´ Using natural biblical and classical imagery these poems explore the difficulties of faith and love—particularly the difficulties of their expression their performance Moving between dramatic and interior monologue and moving through intersecting histories the ambiguities of inwardness and the erUsing natural biblical and classical imagery these poems explore the difficulties of faith and love particularly the difficulties of their expression their performance Moving between dramatic and interior monologue and moving through intersecting histories the ambiguities of inwardness and the eros of wakeful existence these poems search for relationships with self others the world and God that are authentic however uirky or strangeThis is poetry of a. My favorite book of poetry for the year Okay maybe longer than just the year

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N my mind where everything else mustsurround them must see the burr and the barb of themThere is courtship and there is hunger I supposethere are grips from which even angels cannot flyEven imagined ones Luciferin luciferaseWhen I am tired of only touchingI have my mouth to try to tell youwhat in your arms is not erasedThis is poetry of a rare fine delicacy Its very modesty testifies to a great ambition to overcome by the uietest of means Donald Justic. I enjoyed this I don't usually read a lot of poetry or fiction with biblical and classical imagery and I think this was a good first book for me I definitely want to read from this author Mutatis Mutandis What the World is For Crylight The techniue of the Lifelike and Approaching Elegy were my favorites

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Granted author Mary SzybiRare fine delicacy Its very modesty testifies to a great ambition to overcome by the uietest of means Donald JusticeIn Tennessee I Found a FireflyFlashing in the grass; the mouth of a spider clungto the dark of it the legs of the spiderheld the tucked wings closeheld the abdomen still in the midst of callingwith thrusts of phosphorescent light When I am tired of being human I try to rememberthe two stuck together like burrs I try to place themcentral i. idk what the hell happened but it was beautiful