Vigil

Ellen Lord's passionate poems often hang out in the liminal space just before dawn. They tell us of a mad mother, a brother dying of his brief, wild life, a husband dying of cancer, and so many other hungry ghosts. But night--the night of sadnesses and deaths, contains "e;a secret maw of delights."e; These poems travel between life and death almost seamlessly: "e;I've let my garden go since my hus...