I've really enjoyed most of this book. Mostly, I've just been in love with "Come to Krakow." I'm such a sucker for last-one-of-the-book poems, but let's be honest, they're always so good. I love the voice of this poem. I actually wrote both of my longer non-fiction pieces last fall in this voice. Weird. It's that gentle command, call to action type of thing. "Come with me. Come with me there...." There's something very grand about that voice. It's great for an opening or closing poem, I think. One of my favorite parts is the second stanza, when holding hot bread recalls a memory of holding frozen bird by Lake Michigan. "Let things come to life in our hands." I love that line.
The end is great as well: "We stop to purchase / directions with our handful of dear words. The cider / seller will not tell, gives us instead a steaming amber mug / to share. "Drink, drink." I pirouette around a fountain. / You toss in your watch. When it stops its tick, / you'll make a wish. I'll save for you the last, good sip."
The poem has a nice regular form to it: 4 wide stanzas of 9 lines each. She likes to take up most of the page with her poems. I think this book is partly why I've gotten on the wider poem kick. It probably has more to do with the time I spent studying and writing non-fiction in Italy. It just put me in a prosey mood. Not that I've written any prose since, just that I'm feeling a bit of freedom with the longer line lately. I like the weight of it.
"I would like to go back..."
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