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A Thief of Strings

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Award-winning poet, translator and critic Donald Revell presents A Thief of Strings, his tenth collection of poetry. The brief, free-verse poems revolve around humankind's apparent liberation from conscience, with potentially earth-shattering results. At times a lament for man's inhumanity to man, at times an inquiry as to whether consciousness itself is drifting away, A Thief of Strings compels the reader with its visceral evocation of raw sentiment. "The Wisdoms": What happened? I was one / Gladly suffered the believing I am I. / A cut tree weeps a stream of ants from its wounds. / Not two feet away, sage and verbena thrive / In a cascade of blue differences / Over the lizards and dirt. / La di da. To matter to me, / Time was, a man or woman had to love me. / That was America / That was a chief concern. / What happened is my eyes have no color. / I love the way a flower steps away / From a dead tree. / Broken glass is alive too, / In the colors. In them, I was a republic."