The route traverses Detroit in the early twenties, Paris and Washington, D.C., in the early seventies, Athens and Toronto in the mid-eighties, yesterday's Thimphu and Cassis. But it always returns to the poet's heartland, Philadelphia and the back country of Pennsylvania and New York. Punctuated by meditations on solitude and death, the poems come full circle to the pleasures of marriage, of friends and children, of creation. To her husband, the poet writes, "However often now our woven/ lives converge and separate, my love,/ today we've come this far." And to her son, "With you fast in my arms,/ I'm back again in the heart's Italy."
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Thus Grosholz ( The River Painter ) sets forth her ars poetica : ``Part of the world persists / distinct from what we say, but part will stay / only if we keep talking: only speech / can re-create the gardens of the world.'' Accordingly, she ``keeps talking'' and winds all of ordinary life, inclu...| Read Full Review of Eden (Johns Hopkins: Poetry a...