Veteran poet and MacArthur Fellow Cole (
Things on Which I've Stumbled) writes beautifully about the intricacies of the world that we see and the one we imagine and connect our thoughts to—"He turns the wind into his messenger." Surrendered to the mystical, grounded in the physical, the poems arrive at their appointed time. Like the parts of Cole's Influence Machine "we are what we become in its import"—unfinished yet refined we sway with his lines in the rhythm of a lyrical truth—"Words are seeds, like taste on another's tongue."
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