Where Now Begins

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These poems bear witness to the cycles of growth and decay that make up our lives. They are the work of a poet writing with an awareness of the seasonal circle closing, for the yea r and for herself. They are at once fearful, fragile and fearless in announcing 'For now, we have October.../ October, lined with gold.' They are also homages to the dead and the dying, and a reaching beyond the veil of the 'now' to a place where there is 'nothing but nothing'. At times they are deeply personal, while still existing within the mythic and the impersonal, as when the recall of a room reflects the 'casual, artless grouping of all longing'. Show more