Goldsmith Market

". . . full of known earthly places like the Sahara, ‘Old Russia,’ and Heathrow Airport, jumbled together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle map of the world. Art, artifacts, things, and people partake of each other’s humanity and objecthood. Yet there is nothing of the dispassionate butterfly-pinner about: these objects are sympathetically alive, parts of an encompassing order, like Marianne Moore’s ‘Nine Nectarines’ . . . these poems are unlike any I’ve ever read: deep, beautiful, and laugh-o...