The Swailing by Patrick James Errington elegy Crossing the Water and Winter

Crossing the Water and Winter Trees contain the poems written during the exceptionally creative period of the last years of Sylvia Plath’s life

she is witty

Hotel Raphael

The man whose wife drapes a border-curtain across the middle of the marital home

The Swailing by Patrick James Errington elegy Crossing the Water and WinterHere the long edge of town Low winter fog My breath my offering We are our bodies burning Firmly rooted in fire haunted landscapes that are at once psychological, emotional, and fiercely real, Patrick Erringtons first collection traces the brittle boundaries between presence and absence, keeping and killing, cruelty and tenderness. In these poems human voices whisper through the natural world a hand turns on a lamp to extinguish the stars; stones