As I read this new collection of poems by Sunnylyn Thibodeaux I kept thinking of something Coleridge wrote in his Biographia Literaria –
“If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake – Aye, what then?”
Where these poems go, where they’ve been, & where they take you, is that place of lucid wonder; an engagement with the eternality built-in to a fleeting moment of recognition.
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