Poetry by Joseph Fasano. Winner of the 2011 Cider Press Review Book Award, selected by Jeanne Marie Beaumont.
I have seen these poems coming for some time, but it is only now, when they are ample within my grasp, dark to my eyes and dolorous to my hearing feast and leave not plenty is the poet’s desperate gospel that I have learned their active nature, how they attend in the reading: it is country-living and country-perishing that is consecrated here, where Joe Fasano traverses each threshold the way a child touches everything, with the hand of his murderer. These hinterland poems are singularly lovely, but it is in their multifold gathering that they score, that they gain their ultimate musical identity, a symphony of release the poet calls it,like Wagner and Mahler, preternaturally rich. –Richard Howard