FROM THOUSANDS:
“Snow as metaphor for everything
lower than the predicted low
in this my last February of loving you
here (a rhyme begun in one
poem may be landed in a later one).”
Reviews
“Lightsey Darst’s ability to find astonishment within and without—to lift the story of many varied days inside a set of years inside and outside of a marriage, a love affair, and a pregnancy—until it sings with revelation, drew me into Thousands immediately and never let go. Thrillingly unafraid to state what women are often dismissed for stating, Darst elevates language into something so wholly artful that neither the poems nor the grit can be denied. In Thousands, Darst takes longing and ecstasy and melancholy and doubt back from the patriarchy to write toward the canon of the future.” —Lynn Melnick