In her 11th poetry collection, Bestiary Dark, Marianne Boruch goes back to Pliny the Elder, who asked, “The world, is it finite?” The answer is both no and yes.
Few men are as dead as Osip Mandelstam.
“. . . revelatory, a testament to Di Donato’s ability to deconstruct the complex weavings and machinations of the human heart.”
Have you ever wondered why books of poetry, unless they span the whole of a writer’s life and work, are so slim?