with care

last evening, i began reading this. i read prose more often than i do poetry--perhaps this explains the attentiveness with which i am approaching this collection.

a well crafted poem, i think, is like that fine drink that is to be sipped slowly, and swirled gently. and even then, it seems the work isn't done; i want to look again beneath each layer, then go off to reconsider the meanings of phrases and line breaks.

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