M.E. Hitchcock has graciously reviewed Caduceus on amazon. Here is the complete review:
A book worth reading more than once
This beautiful little book is completely full of love. There is a love
of words and of learning, a love of place and family, a love of myth and
legend, of love itself, of symbolism, and most importantly (to me) a
love of presence and (most importantly to the author) a love of God.
There
is a lot to see here in this deceptively thin volume. I read through it
one sunny Sunday and was moved by so many images. I let it sit for a
few weeks and two images haunted me still: a sexy drop of oil poised to
drip and end bliss, and climbers dwarfed by then killed by the earth and
the ice and the winds and the Voice of God which has made them.
But
haunt isn't the right word either. These images persisted and lived in
me. They became part of me somehow. I have remembered them not as
something I read, but as something that happened to me. There is no
higher praise I can give a poem.
The prologue promises and the
book delivers on a wide variety of voice, subject, and complexity. there
ought to be at least one poem in here that just instantly makes sense
for each reader. And each poem is of a very high level of craft, so
whatever specific one grabs you, you can be sure that the others are
just as good, if you've a will to understand them.
The epilogue
is a beautiful little offering of humility to both Higgins' God and her
art. This is a humility that is in each poem and thus this is an author
that does not get in her own way at all.
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