Little Fish

Lorrie Goldensohn's work should long ago have been better known and widely celebrated. Open to every kind of experience, her taste for language "luscious" and "apoplexing," and yet scouring and declarative. "I have finished knitting a perfectly brilliant sock," she declares in one poem, as if amused by the very notion of anything-poem or sock or sentiment-"perfectly brilliant" or indisputable. By the alternation of tenderness and a bristling dissatisfaction with lies or bullshit. Goldensohn...