Eight new and notable collections you want on your nightstand this month, including work by a lost Catalan master and the latest from our new poet laureate.
In "St. Augustine," the final poem in Flynn's excellent new book, we feel the narrator’s conversation with the past, doubt and faith giving breath to each other.
Mysteries aren’t something to be solved, but something to be embraced. We don’t need to conquer; we just need to be curious. For me, that’s where the revelation lives—in the not-knowing.
There’s an irreverent touch to his lines, but the language is painfully precise—with an unnerving feel, as if we are looking at the world with new eyes.