In Cynthia Huntington's The Radiant, what is most tragic can, and often does, become beautiful. "What/ is memory? Who stays to mourn?/ It seems we feel so much/ and then we die. The marsh hawk/ veers over the grass, listening."
Poems about Multiple Sclerosis and domestic turmoil are never drowned in the rhetoric of complaint, but seized by language that is intense yet seeks the equilibrium of its own level: "His loneliness is cold water. that makes rocks shine. Great stillness/ where he is. Then, slowly, birds."
The poems in The Radiant flow brutally from a scarred heart, from "what grows hard, and cannot be repaired." But in the end these are prayers of thankfulness, prayers that transcend desire: ". . . we belong here, where no one is refused,/ in the room we come to at last--immortal,/ irreparable, beyond hope."
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Review: The RadiantUser Review - Matthew Richards - Goodreads
Not my favorite collection of hers, but well worth reading for the four curse poems surrounding her divorce. If you are new to Cynthia's work, I recommend Heavenly Bodies. Read full review
Review: The RadiantUser Review - Dana - Goodreads
I didn't so much care for the second and third sections, but the first and the last sections were absolutely gorgeous. It was great recognizing points in Provincetown that she writes about, great getting that reminder of the water and sky and rocks there. Read full review