To read Agnes Vojta's A Coracle of Dreams is to sigh at each poem's end with satisfaction, awe, and poignancy that this is poetry. As she traces the decline and passing of her father, she turns to nature for solace and wisdom and brings her reader along with her, our guide who points out the most exquisite, revelatory details, making every closely observed stanza, line, and word palpable, a place where we can return to the ineffable. Here we flow...
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