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Fallen Water
註釋This wonderful collection begin s with a love poem, an epithalamion, in fact, though hardly a traditional one. The speaker is inside making coffee thinking about her love who has been out in the yard, drawn to a little pool of water on a rack, "water-hollowed" from centuries of rain. Though "It's a brevity," the poet says, "Still, there is its," ---unimportant to all but her love who will "pour water on it now / and again," and "Make it brim ... an unspoken/ Endearment" for some bird "to light there and drink." Spoken enderments may be the best way to describe Sally Thomas' poems. Throughout the book, she seeks to find the eternal in the ephemeral: ghosts of aunts and parnets past, an infant buried on Holy Week, a daughter on her way to somewhere, now past the security checkpoint, shifting "her backpack/With its mortal weight to her other shoulder." These precisely written poems remind us of how we all "Hoard the jangling coins of memory," as "The line moves forward," for "This is what is real:/The line moving forward." If you wonder where the wisdom and music of poetry have gone these days, alight here to sip from the wealth of this book.