In the Ghost-House Acquainted e-bog

These soulful lyrics use allusive imagery and ecumenical diction to consider the pastoral as a life to inhabit, not an artifact or idealized place to visit. Here, the specter of loss makes a world more preciousnotions of home and love must be ever-evolving as colts are stillborn and pigeons slaughtered, apple blossoms frozen in spring and dead lambs burned in diesel fire. But, these poems insist, there is beauty in the soil and beauty in birthand death in birth, and beauty in death, as well.And Upon the Earth No WindPigeons erupting from a barn.Twenty-three ewesstand at once, ice-chunksclinking in their wool.I call, soft, call loudbut the mare treads the snow blue.Am I born to constanthazard? Wood becomesmore than wood simplyby its burning. Steamrises up from the landI call but do not move.The moon rising shines evenupon all things and I can't tellwhich is mareand what's weather.Silence in eaves ever after.';It is rare to see a poet work so hard in the physical worldserious farm laborand still catch a fleeting glimpse of the spirit. Kevin Goodan does this convincingly because his language is so precise and his mind knows when to jump and when to stand still. This is a remarkable book.'James TateKevin Goodan received his BA from the University of Montana and his MFA from the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. His poems have been -published in Ploughshares and other journals.