Deepstep Come Shining

C.D. Wright

i’ve probably had this for about two years and only browsed through it a little. this was recommended to me by my old roommate addie, and she strongly suggested reading it at the height of summer. it might be good to save this for a hot month, heavy with wet air, as close to the picture of the deep south as one could get up here; but reading this now is a good escape from the post-blizzard (warmer but still cold and wet only in hug puddles on street corners). i may have to read this one repeatedly for years to start to feel out the repetitions of various phrases and concepts — juxtaposed and re-juxtaposed. a single long poem, a perspective of the south, and various souvenirs.