“The words are growing in the field, and they hover above the page. They’re like flowers, and I pick the ones I like,” says Mary Ruefle.
John Yau and Albert Mobilio select a few of their favorite poetry books from the past year.
Facing her mortality, Mary Ruefle does not ask for pity or sympathy, because death is democratic.
This is a book you want to read slowly, to savor both for what it says and how Ruefle says it.