This book you’re holding represents years’ worth of disciplineand labor, of time and travel and, as you’ll discover, the purejoy of attention and love of language. The thing that makes a poetundertake a particular project is a mystery, finally.
OneMoreThis book you’re holding represents years’ worth of disciplineand labor, of time and travel and, as you’ll discover, the purejoy of attention and love of language. The thing that makes a poetundertake a particular project is a mystery, finally. One day ShariWagner was called to understand something, and the journey shedecided to take was a meditative one, through the labyrinth of natureand time in a particular place in this world.
The result is a gift,this collection of poems. I don’t know of a writer, with the exceptionsof Gene Stratton-Porter (the subject of several of these poems)or Jessamyn West, who has written with as much care andspecificity of Indiana’s natural beauty as Wagner does in this book.When Wagner sees an oriole at 10 o’clock in a tree she writes that “it’slike opening / the tab on an advent calendar.” I can’t think of abetter description of the experience of reading these poems.—Susan Neville, author of Sailing the Inland Sea