Meadow

Author: Tom Raworth

Publisher: The Post Apollo Press (1999)

"These fourteen poems, ranging from 'Intellectual Compost Four' (beginning is a minor danger) to 'No Music' (bones lie across the country / covered in rare mixed leaves / unable to keep them // to choose the surest gain), are spare, delicate, unerringly thoughtful. Tom Raworth, word comet streaking across the night sky of our market-driveling-cruel-funny culture: This book illuminates with its own black light—'moving explosion . . . shadows of pure colour . . . blank cartoons nerves of speed / dissolving scars . . .' As always, Raworth's poetry is full of humor and rage and love and utmost vocal precision."

–Joan Retallack