A stirring, lyric new collection by Susan Howe, one of America's foremost poets
What labor to live forever. Speak of the elect what can you do in all this world so much life in the little of it.
In four parts, Susan Howe's new book opens with the arresting long prose poem "Penitential Cries," followed by a group of word-collages "Sterling Park in the Dark," "The Deserted Shelf," and finally a brief sparrow poem. Speaking of her new work written in "the evening of life," Howe quotes Thomas Wyatt: My galley, charged with forgetfulness, / thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass. She says: "I love those two lines. Between trespass and penitence. In the wilderness of the Book Stack Tower inquiry is trespass. Now at eighty-seven," the poet adds, regarding Penitential Cries, "I want to express my pilgrim's progress between rocks and paper places. The clock is ticking. It's getting late. Supper is on the table. Our father lies full fifty fathoms five. A storm is coming."
