From Booklist
This collection, winner of the 1993 Nicholas Roerich Poetry Prize, might seem a natural in this age of family values, celebrating, as it does, house and home, parents and children, passion, love, and marriage. The poems go far beyond the surface of these matters, however, and, whether greeting the dawn or charting the progression of passion or funeral preparations, explore the subtle nuances of emotion. In "Dawn," Budy writes of this need to explore, discover, and experience the subtleties attending the delicate instant of change: "I've come dawn after dawn / to slow it down, to trap it. / I want to know what it is. / Not scientifically, / but with my whole body /. . . I have to know what it's like / the moment that ice is not ice anymore / but isn't yet water." These stark, stripped-down verses and images convey layers of complexity: "Passion / travels in the dark--the animal / we do not truly know, the one / we never pet, the one so foreign / to our lives we do not have a sense / of what it eats or where it sleeps, and only know / its death." These are poems for all seasons. Whitney Scott