Incarnate Grace

"Although illness is at the heart of Moira Linehan's fine new collection, the overriding sense left by these poems is of an eager imagination at full tilt, transmitting through grounded yet buoyant language a moving sense of what it's like to live in a world of shadows and yet continue to reach for the light. Here is a poet wide awake to the perpetually shifting character of the world--a world containing nature, art, and the human dilemmas forged by sickness or simply by time.While illness alerts her mind and sharpens her voice, Linehan confronts her hard facts as well as her deeply observed, fully suffered, loved world without flinching--converting all (an episode of radiation, a work of Japanese art, an Irish or an American landscape) into her own quickened language of scrupulous attention."--Eamon Grennan

"I must be satisfied with my heart, wrote the aging Yeats, who well understood this vow to be a fraught and even terrifying one. Moira Linehan writes of transience and mortality with a Yeatsian delicacy and a Yeatsian ferocity. And in response to the imperiling mysteries of cancer and aging, she offers lyrics of hard-won insight, clarity, and astonishment. The nervy purpose of these poems is to celebrate, as she puts it in one poem, 'this body, here for the inevitable / disappearing and . . . soothing / a throat left raw by the unspeakable.' This is a superbly crafted book by a wise and fearless maker."--David Wojahn

"From a place of illness and 'no say' to an incredibly rich music, Moira Linehan takes us on a journey, a pilgrimage, in fact, as these fine poems move through restorative landscapes, both outer--New England, the Pacific Northwest, Ireland--and inner, that place 'so far it's the only place left.' What emerges is indeed a vision of grace. Linehan's fine-tuned eye gives us the natural world in stunning detail, and the glimmer of something beyond. Her language is rich and palpable, able to catch what is always just slipping away and stitch it into something that holds. Incarnate Grace is a book to cherish."--Betsy Sholl

"If you've had breast cancer, breathing while reading these holy poems is difficult, sometimes impossible. If you're a poet, their breath inflates your lungs with pure pleasure. If you love brilliant poems, you're a reader. Please read this book!"--Hilda Raz