With this, his first collection of poetry, Stephen Kuusisto (author of the memoir Planet of the Blind) explores blindness and curiosity, loneliness and the found instruments of continuation. Exploiting the seeming contradiction of poetry's reliance upon visual imagery with Kuusisto's own sightlessness, these poems cultivate a world of listening: to the natural world, to the voices of family and strangers, to music and the words of great writers and thinkers. Kuusisto has written elsewhere, "I see like a person who looks through a kaleidoscope; my impressions of the world at once beautiful and largely useless." So it is no surprise that in his poems mortal vision is uncertain, supported only by the ardor of imagination and the grace of lyric surprise. Sensually rich and detailed, Kuusisto's poems are humorous, complex, and intellectually engaged. This collection reveals a major new poetic talent. "Only Bread, Only Light" At times the blind see light, And that moment is the Sistine ceiling, Grace among buildings-no one asks For it, no one asks. After all, this is solitude, Daylight's finger, Blake's angel Parting willow leaves. I should know better. Get with the business Of walking the lovely, satisfied, Indifferent weather-Bread baking. On Arthur Avenue This first warm day of June. I stand on the corner For priceless seconds. Now everything to me falls shadow.
