The Hundred Grasses

Shimmering and formally precise, the poems of this debut collection “fuse absence and presence in lines full of a feeling that has no opposite” (Brian Teare).

These are poems written from the periphery of an open field, poems rooted in the flatlands and lowlands: the Midwestern lawns, lakes, and creeks of Leila Wilson’s childhood, and the farms, canals, and seascapes near her family home’s in Holland. “We wonder / what we’re not / in the field,” wr...