I plucked a sage-colored pod from a bush and fingered it like a talisman on my way up the steep hill. I thought of
You can stand here too on the slow movement of this shadow or on one of the lines between love and fear and watch
Reviewed by Marianne Cotugno Robin Becker’s Midsummer Count gathers new work alongside poems selected from eight full-length collections, including All-American Girl (1996), winner of