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Poetry. "I am not normally moved by perfection, since I like a little mess in poetry, but when a book achieves the trifecta of truly beautiful balance precise observation, uncannily accurate words, wildness and depth of heart it must be as close to perfect as our weird and glorious art can get. Sweeney understands how the profound and the miniscule are interconstitutive qualities of souls and objects in a universe ("Dwarf star with one eye on the moon") and this exploration is inner as well as visible, external. Throughout the book, the speaker is concerned with the continuum of life: from stones and plants and planets, to finches and fire, on to witches and princesses and she honors each form it takes. But at some point, this study of life gives way to the song of one who is heartbroken on the path to creating life. This voice sings and cries in such exquisite expression of anguish that art and life find themselves gazing at each other in shock. What good is perfection when the most precious and longed-for star the one that guided the years vanishes from the huge dark sky? Art remains and perhaps it comforts as it triumphs here. Sweeney is dazzling if that matters. I think it does. I am abnormally moved by the perfection of this art. I am crushed by it." Brenda Shaughnessy"
