Alice Fulton reimagines the great lyric subjectstime, death, loveand imbues them with fresh urgency and depth.A remarkable, courageous, almost preternatural poeticsensibility.Fulton removes language from its standard literary and idiomatic proprieties& Her varied techniques are particularly appealing&an alchemy of language and the world beyond the authentic representation of the personal. But she can do expressive representation too.Elegant and experimental at once, committed to operating at the freshest tip of the mind, these poems pry through our own readerly boundaries.Fulton sounds at home in the unknown, her music rising like wind whistling between all these finite things. You may not mind getting lost with such a guide.At times musical, yes, but at other times a weapon, or a stick to prod open the underbelly of some dark dream&sonorous, rich, and full of surprises. Tackles enduring topicstime, death, lovewith a mixture of elegance and agony. . . . All of this blossoms into a dark beauty that makes these poems glisten.