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“How good to be reminded, in our complicit efficiencies, of that realm of lucid shadows, a poetry not so much written out as rubbed in, never merely “made up.” To be put beside the anxious mutterings of consciousness, this corrective book of songs and sayings, primed for falling, but not fallen.” —Richard Howard
“Robert Richman’s elegant poems — marked by a playful intelligence and emotional richness — opt for maturity over flash, complexity over the quick fix. His splendid book amply proves that the race, as he writes, “is not won by the fastest / but by the one who runs most beautifully” —David Yezzi
“Like many poets, Robert Richman “could live off the words alone.” But unlike most of his contemporaries, he focuses on ideas. For him, ideas (especially those of other writers, whom he engages in many of these poems) are as elemental a reality as nature. In a writer of such pure intellect, the gently intimate poems about family and children are especially rewarding. In a line that blazes with the poignant conflation of language and love at the heart of this book, he concludes: “Who can’t admit / their alphabet of innocent caresses?” —Enid Shomer
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