Rain Through High Windows

by Edward Haworth Hoeppner

These poems slow the planet so gradually that all adapt to its halt; one forgets that time should be passing, accepts the poet’s “static divine” and lets “hours line up like saints.” Each poem loses us further in Hoeppner’s his natural world is held lightly on the tongue until it dissolves; his patience allows us to listen as “the full moon in soft Italian whispers off the balcony, parsing bluish dust . . . ” This is a book that finds peace not in consequence but in the innocence of result, the slip into what comes after.

72 pages, Paperback

First published March 1, 2000