Jane Hirshfield’s poems about the ecological losses of our time, what she calls the crisis of the biosphere.
This review explores the many and painful human predicaments found in Lawless’s poetry.
I probably should have said something. I probably should have taken a moment to explain to this young waiter what my service actually was. I should have told him that my rejection of military service was my real “service.”
Perhaps the ultimate significance of these writings is to remind us that, whether we know it or not, we are all inheritors of the wars that have come before us, and in some way are obligated to try to understand what that inheritance means.
This magisterial “guide” brings us to a Greece of geographical, historical, familial, and spiritual intersections. It’s a Greece that one can find only in the heart and in these poems that dwell there too.
A map alone does not solve our problems, heal our wounds, or save our souls. But it gives us a chance to find our way, and that is the deepest, most humane lesson in this wise, artful, and deeply moving collection of poems.