Not Hearing the Wood Thrush

<p>"I look about and find whatever I see / unfinished" Margaret Gibson writes in these powerful and moving poems which investigate a late-life genesis. <em>Not Hearing the Wood Thrush</em> grapples with the existential questions that come after experiencing a great personal loss. A number of poems meditate on loneliness and fear; others speak to "No one"--a name richer than prayer or vow." In this transformative new collection Gibson moves inward taking surprising mercurial turns of the imagination guided by an original and probative intelligence. With a clear eye and an open heart Gibson writes "How stark it is to be alive"--and also how glorious how curious how intimate.</p>