Reviewed by Anna Scotti francine j. harris’s third collection, here is the sweet hand, is a messy compilation, a demonstration of the poet’s exhaustive
I’m scrubbing egg and dried-on rice from the bowls, dunking cups through the sudsy murk. He brings me a square of paper dotted with
Translated by Rebecca Ruth Gould and Kayvan Tahmasebian Here in this bright room in the inn I’m happy you’re not here with me
Translated by Rebecca Ruth Gould and Kayvan Tahmasebian I kiss her & death is the shadow of that loving bird shaking on the