I Am a Season That Does Not Exist in the World

Description

Poetry. Brian Henry takes the blank, desolate canvas of snow and searches “for a river of color buried.” With calm precision he sways from physical to abstract, from stasis to motion. The balance creates a chilling vista on the human connection to the ambivalent force of nature. Henry is the author of ten books of poetry and has garnered numerous awards as a translator. His words reframe perception with unsentimental observations and a seasoned comfort with the gray rapaciousness of winter.