An Animal of the Sixth Day (Walt McDonald First-Book Series)

There is such excitement and joy in the poems of Laura Fargas a rush to embrace the earth, an exuberant "giddy greed" for life. "I like the voice, the spirit I find in her poems," says Walter McDonald. "She accepts and celebrates the rich possibilities and, even with the risks and limitations of all, insists that living on this earth is splendid." Grass the Fine Body Hairs of EarthMy shorthand for it is passion is holyWe can live inside the lilies-of-the-field text.Watching gulls startle off the groundas if hundreds of lashing wings are our native air.Breathe in wings, exhale speckled orange wildflowers.eyes, elbows, tears: suns, mountains, rivers.Lovemaking rings with hosannas."Through the doors of her poems the reader enters into a multifaceted and clarified knowledge of self, of others, of this widely inhabited and passionate earth." Jane Hirshfield"Visceral beauty with a calm, cool center, the work of a mature and gifted poet . . ." Toi DerricotteBetween AngelsBetween the angels who peel our heartsand the ones gnawing steadily inwardcomes the stolid oath that holds us fastto the world of apple and fire.And the heart wants something to be kind to,even if only a fish to sprinklecrumbs on the water for once or twice a day.I like it when the sky says where have you been?Housed in a fist, I explain, stuck insidesomebody's movie. Have I missed too many cloudsto ever catch up? ("I like it when")