ONE NIGHT IN JANUARY by Kate Wilson
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ONE NIGHT IN JANUARY evokes the bite of that month in the breath of a hare and the white blankness of the winter air. Cold hands that have clasped each other and let go, kisses under a starry night, a pose for a photograph in front of Mount Esja: a visceral loss permeates this collection.
Clouds bleached sky white, all white.
We should have spent the time standing alerting eyes to fledgling sight, instead our cooing drained the air, we ran; speed, breath, hair. Kate Wilson’s poems leave the reader with a feeling of having watched an involving film or read a deeply-engrossing book.
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