“Grief, as we all know, is a country without borders, without laws. In her stunning first collection, Eleanor Kedney speaks to it in a language of metaphor, of love and loss, a language of ‘howl, full throttle, singing the way children sing / before they learn not to.’ These brave, forthright poems deal with a lost, addicted brother, an absent father, a mother making do with a fate as ‘thin and papery as moth wings.’ Her true subject is pain and the solace of poetry in dealing with it. Indeed, ‘the wind is a dangerous thing,’ as is the courage it takes to observe and take note of the beautiful colors of ‘a cold and long white sky.’ There is magic in these poems, the magic of the imagination used to make remedy and comfort out of the pain of loss. A bravo performance, in so many important ways.”
—Philip Schultz, winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry
“In these pages, Eleanor Kedney has given language to a deep confrontation with despair and turned it into something generous and rewarding for readers. How do we make sense of who we are? What other lives shimmer beneath our skin? How do we understand our dead? Kedney answers these questions (and more) with the tenacity and precision of an alchemist. And like any good purveyor of magic, she reveals a map to elicit all that is both holy and profane. She reminds us that if we are awake to music, to wonder, our words will allow us to talk to all that remains inerrable. I read this book and was strangely transformed, alive to ‘lifted bones, returned to emptiness.’ ”
—Juliet Patterson, winner of the Nightboat Books Poetry Prize
“Between the Earth and Sky is a wonderful book about vibrant, generous grieving. As Eleanor Kedney looks toward nature to mourn her parents and her brother, we see these complicated, pained people in a millipede, a lizard, a particular bleeding tree, and their absence blooms. When we commune with Kedney's keen images, it’s as though we, too, are being visited. We feel what has been lost and what remains because we’re with a master of unvarnished elegy, of the ‘ungroomed silences’ that punctuate our days, of a gravel-throated lyricism. These are truly good poems about nature, addiction, devotion, forgiveness; about what we do to gather ourselves together and, although diminished, sing.”
—David Wanczyk, editor of New Ohio Review
“Eleanor Kedney’s Between the Earth and sky takes an unflinching look at life, and the hard facts of death. . . . This is poetry of absolute clarity that cherishes each incident, memory, and simple detail that together choose life—despite all the losses—and lets it sing.”
—Christopher Buckley
