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From its beginning—with a body “ecstatic in the
swirling / rhythm of itself”—to its closing—“the
slow echo
of stone chipping stone”—Riverfall is
a collection of
poetry filled with the real and imagined geography within
and around us.
The first section, A Body of Water, spans
the Western hemisphere, from the trickle of a mountain
stream to a series of eloquent letters by Charles Darwin
to his sister, circa 1832.
On the Orchard’s Edge explores
the brambly places at the edges of fields and mangrove
swamps and startling memories.
The book closes with
The Last Harvest, a selection of beautiful, mythical, and
often haunting reflections on place, and the places we can
no longer attain.
Altogether, Riverfall possesses you
like the archaeologist in “The Bone,” where you’ll
find
yourself “flowering / down while my blood runs to the
river.”
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