Saskia Hamilton's “Divide These” may seem at first inaccessible, even distant. But, upon re-reading--and there is plenty within even a cursory first reading of the poems in “Divide These” to impel a reader back to them--one begins to pick up the connections, the strands that make each poem so much more than the mere sum of its lines. There are the images that linger: the contrast of two birds in “Dusk,” the breathtaking dénouement of “One by Two.” Saskia Hamilton's poems force the reader to go deeper; to confront their easy grasping for determination, and to surrender to something more complicated; more dangerous.
She writes “No reason for order but order/persists.” And within these elusive and allusive poems, even though the poems sometimes seem to try to throw you off the scent, as she writes: “One abstraction/muscles into another, without a system” it becomes a way to ask more of the reader, to draw the reader in, until he or she is enveloped within the work, sees the sense and multifaceted meaning with these beautiful poems, that open and open and open.