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The Bird is Her ReasonThere are some bodies that emerge into desire as a godrises from the sea, emotion and memory hang like dripping clothes this want is like entering that heated red on the mouth of a Delacroix lion, stalwart, always that red which makesmy teeth ache and my skin feel a hand that has never touched me, the tree groaning outside becomes a man who knocks on my bedroom window,edge of red on gold fur, the horse, the wildflip of its head, the rake of claws across its back, the unfocussed, swallowed eye. Rare High Meadow of Which I Might Dream is a book haunted by the afterlife of medieval theology and literature yet grounded in distinctly modern quandaries of desire. Connie Voisine s female speakers reverberate with notes of Marie de France s tragic heroines, but whereas Marie s poems are places where women s longings quickly bloom and die in captivity in towers and dungeons Voisine uses narrative to suspend the movement of storytelling. For Voisine, poems are occasions for philosophical wanderings, extended lyrics that revolve around the binding and unbinding of desire, with lonely speakers struggling with the impetus of wanting as well as the necessity of a love affair s end. With fluency, intelligence, and deeply felt emotional acuity, Rare High Meadow of Which I Might Dream navigates the heady intersection of obsessive love and searing loss. Praise for Cathedral of the North Voisine s poetry is wholly unsentimental, tactile, and filled with unexpected beauty. She is political in the best sense. . . . A dazzling, brave, and surprising first book. Denise Duhamel, Ploughshares