There is a state that is both intensely in and intensely out of the world. It is poignant, human, yet yearns for another state altogether.

The poems begin with words, pass through nature and apprehensions of states beyond both nature and words, and end with bodies in a group of beautiful love songs that could have been written at any time in history, that float into language as naturally as the sharp air that billows around them, as naturally as the Song of Solomon. – George Szirtes