The Nightfields
Joanna Klink · 2020
Klink's fifth collection writes toward a dying friend and an indifferent night sky, in long, breath-held lyric where attention itself becomes a form of love. Grief is held open here rather than resolved.
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Klink's poems unspool in long, hypnotic sentences that ask for a patience few readers bring, and the diffuse, atmospheric mode can blur one poem into the next. The reaching after the ineffable sometimes thins into vapor; the book is easy to admire and hard to hold.
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