The Cellar Dreamer
In The Cellar Dreamer, Valerie Coulton’s poems open out to a music “populated with innumerable presences, radiant masses of light and dust, each emitting its own frequency.” From the gentle imperative “translate,” Coulton displaces any music we have ever know. The Cellar Dreamer leas us with sure but mysterious measure to the place where “song’s longing” “sums deed and letter.” –Elizabeth Robinson