The book
omits the listings
the title makes you wish for:
Latin names for the shapes
of icicles and drifts,
ornate varieties of smut
on the long, hard banks
heaved up by the plow.
(from "Winter
Botany," inSeason We
Can't Resist;first
published inNew
England Review)
"This is poetry of great compression and resonance; it
is what poetry should be."~Joan Aleshire