Open this book at random and find a trove of thrilling images and unexpected metaphors: tiny bells jingling like sins, a cool lake of indifference, an impossible wheel of hunger.
Read this book beginning to end and discover a dark trajectory, the work required to integrate one's family of origin with a wider consciousness and responsibility.
As have those in Geraldine Connolly's previous books, these poems fly.
But equipped with the acute sensitivity of an aileron, they fly higher and more daringly--exposing for us our own beating heart, its thump and clamor.
This is the work of a gifted poet at the height of her powers.
--Natasha Saj.
Metaphors | Tiny bells jingling like sins a cool lake of indifference an impossible wheel of hunger |
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