There is such excitement and joy in the poems of Laura Fargasa rush to embrace the earth, an exuberant 'giddy greed' for life. 'I like the voice, the spirit I find in her poems', says Walter McDonald. 'She accepts and celebrates the rich possibilities and, even with the risks and limitations of all, insists that living on this earth is splendid' - ""Grass the Fine Body Hairs of Earth"". My shorthand for it is passion is holy. We can live inside the lilies-of-the-field text. Watching gulls startle off the ground as if hundreds of lashing wings are our native air. Breathe in wings, exhale speckled orange wildflowers, eyes, elbows, tears: suns, mountains, rivers. Lovemaking rings with hosannas. 'Through the doors of her poems the reader enters into a multifaceted and clarified knowledge of self, of others, of this widely inhabited and passionate earth' - Jane Hirshfield. 'Visceral beauty with a calm, cool center, the work of a mature and gifted poet' - Toi Derricotte. Between the angels who peel our hearts and the ones gnawing steadily inward comes the stolid oath that holds us fast to the world of apple and fire. And the heart wants something to be kind to, even if only a fish to sprinkle crumbs on the water for once or twice a day. I like it when the sky says where have you been? Housed in a fist, I explain, stuck inside somebody's movie. Have I missed too many clouds to ever catch up? ('I like it when').
Timshel Canopy Peris Grass The Fine Body Hairs of Earth Barely Husbanding Their Own Bodies Slow-Match Irises Medieval skies. Rectilinear stars If there is a Living In Is Harpist Valhalla At Poplar Pond ""The Battle For Peace Has Begun Word Up Out of Time October-Struck Ode to joy Transmission Wave & Particle Natural Selection Pythagoras Hated V2 ""Winter, Leper of the World"" ""Graphic America--the Shakers"" Perfection Had Ten Names While In Its Body The First Elegy The Going Poem For Her A Night When Only Angels Interest Me Properly concentrated, the moon Stitch in Time I Like it when A Little Champagne Music Doggy Doggerel The Gift An Animal of the Sixth Day Translated Either As 'Experience' Or 'Suffering' Howard Psyche Speaking Reflecting What Light We Can't Absorb Keepsake in which she loves everything Maya Palos Verdes High School Between the angels Kuan Yin Absolute Location Among Our Great Ceremonies ""The Beauty Of Nature Is The Silence Of God"" The Problem Of Good Of-A-Shadow Dream Man