Rash yet tender, chastened yet lush, Headwaters is a book of opposites, a book of wild abandon by one of the most formally exacting poets of our time. Animals populate its pages--owl, groundhog, fox, each with its own inimitable survival skills. But the power of these extraordinary poems lies in their recognition that all our skills are ultimately useless--that human beings are at every moment beginners, facing the earth as if for the first time. From "Cow" end of the day daylight subsiding into the trees lights coming on in the milking barns as somewhere out in the yard some ants are tucking in their aphids for the night behind hydrangea leaves or in their stanchions underground.
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