Our copy of William Rush's latest collection of poems, Into the World's Light, recently arrived. I've previously reproduced one of the author's poems from an earlier volume.
Poetry is one of those things that I admire because I am aware that I could never, ever write it myself! Nor do I feel qualified to comment on it. Suffice to say that the succinct use of words to capture a complex emotion and to convey in just a line or two a whole range of impressions is an art that, unfortunately, totally eludes me.
I particularly liked one in this collection, the first verse of which is -
poems are dangerous
they slip their heresies into the world
while we busy ourselves
Copies are available from Interactive Press.