“All We Saw”

There are undoubtedly a few lovely images in Anne Michaels’ “All We Saw”. But – how can I put this? – there’s also a lot of ‘space’…

Here is the contents of an entire page (from the title poem, which is spread over 10 pages):

dear

one

That’s it.

Words fail me. And I’m probably not alone in that it seems…

Reading

see: Mentioning no names…