“Lying down among the daffodils I am composed / but not the daffodils because I crushed them! Not / as an act in itself It was auxiliary...”
The poems in Heather Christle’s new collection What is Amazing look at the world with a bit of childlike glee (“When I return as a giraffe” she writes in the same poem). And like children, the poems delight in destruction as much as they do in creation. The world ends in What is Amazing, but it ends with an excited exclamation mark.
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