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Susanna Lang • Even Now
Published: June 2008 |
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Built of keen sensory attentiveness, nuanced imagery,
and slyly condensed stories, the poems of Even Now
create, within the recurring now, bridges between the
human and nonhuman, dreaming and wakefulness, self
and world, and the lost and the living. It is out of these connections
that Lang makes for the reader worlds both tenderly haunted and
alertly inhabited. There is a natural darkness to these poems, and they shine with
subtle metrical skill and a tender attentiveness to the things
(and creatures and youth and ancestors) of the world. This is
an affectionate, observant, witty and vigilant poet. I like the
confidence, the naturalness, of her voice. I like her light touch; she
reminds me of a keyboardist with unusual delicacy and strength
in her fingers. She reminds me of a painter, too, fully alive in the
natural world, avid to render its objects and their resonances with
images-in-language. She exhibits a certain coolness among the
riches she is continually drawn to—she irrigates, but does not
drench, the reader—and so her poems often are as I wish poems to
be, and often especially in how she ends them, opportunities for us
to imagine further. This is a book of maturity and beauty; each poem leaves a tingle
in the white space, something that not many poems do today... it is
also a book that turns the page in wonder—knowing that silence
must listen as well as be heard. About the Author: |
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