Wonder and sorrow

Doug Ramspeck: Black Flowers

Nature, writ large, is a brooding and impassive force in these poems. There’s plenty of mud, muck, and loam, and often it proffers the delicate skull of a small animal, bleached and moony. And the moon itself is a constant feature—it’s a rare poem in this collection that does not mention the moon in some manner. There are birds, too, of course. Herons, which typically assume a godly stature, and crows and grackles, which are vaguely associated with the poet’s mother. 

…at dusk, the grackles in the trees gave way
to bats, as though everything transforms in darkness
to something ancient.