Cathedral Of The North
Contains the raw, obsessive energy you like to see in a frist book, a book that knows its subject intimately, takes it seriously and renders it humanely. It also contains some of the best American poetry I've see in a while, often reminiscent of early Forche: the same stark language, the deft use of language and metaphor . . . compelling and urgent, Voisine's voice deserves to be heard. Cathedral of the North reaches up with its bells and spires and shapes love and loss into song.