"Susan Sindall's poems are surprising and lilting, and deeply moving; these poems give thanks even to her glasses: 'lens edges/ throw back into me/ whatever light they can.' But this poet does not deny the experience of suffering. She does not cease to question. What's Left is a complex and wonderful book."
"'Was the snake your only assistant?' writes Susan Sindall in What's Left. And who in contemporary America has such an ear for the metaphysical lyric? In Sindall's world, transformation is real -- 'the voices slide across the ceiling / like light reflected off lake water / smoothing the rough boards.' Each moment opens into myth, and myth ends in responsibility. What's Left is a beautiful collection, honed by the light touch of mastery."
"To stand on the ocean floor with the enraged Poseidon, or to enter into the delight of the friendship between Brahms and the Schumanns, or to share the world of birds and snakes, any one of these transports would be good cause to celebrate a poet's vision. Susan Sindall does all of this, and writes with feeling and skill about the immediate lives of family and chosen loves. This book opens, breathtakingly, into a long lifetime of amazements."
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