Who was that stranger beside me?
Please forgive me for insisting
It must have been a dream.
No one could survive such happiness.
** --from "[Untitled]"**
The Lyrics by Fanny Howe records the days of one seeking knowledge
through movement and contingent images--a monastery, a motel, an Irish
coastal river--all the while conscious of political and class warfare,
of being American, of the need to know the difference (if there is one)
between good and evil. Each poem is a lament formed in a place of rest,
asking: Can we get beyond this and still be? The Lyrics is the newest
work of an intense and vital poet.