A Treatise on Stars

The searching 14th book from Berssenbrugge (Hello, the Roses) features long lines that extend across the page. For this poet, “love is a measurement,” meaning the crossing of distance or time. These intriguing, beautiful, yet sometimes frustrating poems take shape as explanations that fail, again and again, to explain anything: “Her persistent observation, even after the frost, is of each leaf coinciding with its luminousness, because of its structure as a lighted space and which shows brightness in idea and form.” Lovers of the constellations and abstraction, however, will find themselves at home in the lyrical language. (Feb.)

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