In Sharon Wang-s thrilling and corporeal geometry, touch dominates, if often in its -aftermarks-: singes, whiffs, folds of fabric, echoing gestures between bodies. With generous language and quicksilver intelligence, Wang expresses -a hunger so large it stops the mouth.- Her poems describe what is -hard and brilliant,- the spaces between objects, and what-s left in the wake of losses. -Despite its attunement both to elegy and to witness, the mode is praise: -He loved the world. He loved it suddenly / and without reason.- . . . As the poet works to understand, -If in fact it wasn-t possible to build / the world anew,- she does build--extravagantly, judiciously, lovingly. The result is a book of radiant integrity.- - from the judges- citation for the Kundiman Poetry Prize.
