“Sarah White’s poetry is shaped by the effortless elegance of rigor and erudition, in the best humanistic tradition. Yet, it radiates the warmth, humor and compassion of a tender heart.”
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Praise for The Unknowing Muse
“Who were the flies,
and who the wanton boys?…
We have a savage language.,”
writes Sarah White in her poem called “ On the Antithetical Meaning of Primal Words.” No, you don’t read a title like that every day; and no, you have rarely read a more dexterous, visceral, literate, witty, sorrowful use of our sweet and savage language than White’s new collection, The Unknowing Muse.
“Il pleure.. comme il pleut” :
“…. where a man
weeps his wasted years
and his heart
breaks into assonance.”
– Estha Weiner
“Sarah White’s wit is exhilarating.
You come out of this set of variations on the Aging Alice theme refreshed, almost happy that you are aging too.”
–Ricardo Nirenberg, editor of Offcourse Literary Journal.
She had the mirror removed years
ago, but has never stopped
studying herself. She stares at a
fleshy patch upwards of her right
knee. It’s a maze of lavender
trails that weren’t there a half-
hour ago when she woke up…
Out with the mirror. On with the
search. What, suddenly, are these
inkstains on her thigh?
A deep stream is blocked; new
channels have formed…
Frought mirror and broad-bladed
barong (made among the Muong
men) were bought by a Mr. Hong.
Now blade and glass are gone.