between bay leaves?The yellow in the bay leaves comes back at the end of the sentence, reconnecting us to the real world that has dragonflies in it, while still allowing for the possibility of that "something inviolable" that we have to work so hard to grasp. Rekdal is able to find it more often than most; what's even better is that her poems can convince us that the scraping and naming and tearing is worth the effort. Rekdal reads her poetry at the U-M Museum of Art on February 20.
[Originally published in February, 2014.]
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