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Shouldering Zero

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Collectively, the poetry by Beth Bishop as compiled in "Shouldering Zero" map out the landscapes of the human heart and mind as she deftly explores through a lyrical poetic license a diversity of subjects, themes, and issues. 'Say Something: Attinni stylo': Between lovers' talk, the threat of dry tongue space/clicks and cleaves, heaves spittle, leaves a gap./St. Simeon, say! You Stylites might have guessed/that sainthood's built, as Babel was: ground-up.//Or that cubits more of pillar can amplify/only the eye, leaving the voice to Doppler's mercy/and distance. A word might serve as a bridge or prize/our hills apart. A thought could be lightning and we//mere lightning rods. God! Thirty-seven years/on pillars! It's a living good for one dead saint. No two/alike, saints or snowflakes, both brushed as hair/from the mountains. One settles cold, another shoots//away, like a curl, from the high, bald ridge./Oh, speak me a scissor; I'm freezing white on this ledge.