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elliotvanz's review
4.0
I’ve always meant to read C.D. Wright but never seemed to get around to it. I’m glad I finally did. This book is a meditation on trees, especially the beech. It’s also so much more than that. Wright’s writing holds up a mirror and casts reflections on America, her life, environmentalism, and so much more. I’ve never so desperately desired to teach an entire college level semester focusing on a text before - I can think of so many things to discuss, and assignments on observation. This book is such a perfect elegy. It reminded me of all the trees I’ve loved and lost along the way, and why I still cry when the great ones fall. I should also mention this book is a truly lovely object. The photography, art, binding, and even the typesetting all add to the reading experience. I will absolutely be keeping this one for my shelves and revisiting it.
purslane's review
3.0
I disagree with others about Wright, whose book is written in a conversational prose without the rhythms or explorations of language and self that define poetry. Without the frequent line and paragraph breaks, this would in no formal sense resemble poetry.
No significant insights, no probings beyond the mundane.
Not for me, though I love trees.
No significant insights, no probings beyond the mundane.
Not for me, though I love trees.
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