Living the Loss

Grief runs through these poems, most beginning with an epigraph from a diary entry by Emily Brontë, whose first loss was her mother when she was just three years old. We are in an interior world in this sequence, thoughts and feelings pouring through these elegant poems, but always anchored in the body, in the physical. It’s in the daily round of kneading the bread that anger is transferred from body to dough; it’s in the scent of yarrow that refuge is experienced. Liliana Pasterska brings to life a soaring spirit in lucid images that leave us in awe.