i have wrestled with the way clouds weep

"This is my garden among rubble," writes Judy Nahum in this intricate and beautiful collection. And indeed, the world conjured between these pages is in a constant state of transformation. Sea shells shatter into speech, rocks crumble into mirrors, relationships begin and end, arias slides into the elegiac. Nahum's poems expand and contract in scope, as the poet's tender attention roams the earth and climbs into the stratosphere. The speaker and her beloveds "reckon with survival, / the sun...