The Story
Bruce Kauffman's poetry, particularly in this latest collection, an evening absence still waiting for moon, is full of light. There is a sensation of delicate fingers lithely travelling over the ivory keys of a piano and producing a melody so fine, so exquisite, we simply gasp. And Kauffman's pen is indeed infused with light--and lightness. We feel that he is illuminating the way--but he does it with such a diaphanous touch, we don't feel like we are being pushed or coaxed: we absolutely want to go
-Carolyne Van Der Meer, author of Journeywoman, and
Motherlode: A Mosaic of Dutch Wartime Experience
Description
Bruce Kauffman's poetry, particularly in this latest collection, an evening absence still waiting for moon, is full of light. There is a sensation of delicate fingers lithely travelling over the ivory keys of a piano and producing a melody so fine, so exquisite, we simply gasp. And Kauffman's pen is indeed infused with light--and lightness. We feel that he is illuminating the way--but he does it with such a diaphanous touch, we don't feel like we are being pushed or coaxed: we absolutely want to go
-Carolyne Van Der Meer, author of Journeywoman, and
Motherlode: A Mosaic of Dutch Wartime Experience
