Friday, January 23, 2004

another blurb comes in, yay!

The spirits of Lorca, the gypsies who inspired him, and the great poets
of al-Andalus preside over Nick Carbó’s Andalusian Dawn. These poems
are filled with a voluble silence in which we hear the “cricket-sound
dark” and see “millions of fireflies/ burning in rows and rows between
us.” Carbó’s poems, like his predecessors’ are conflagrations made of
music and image.
--Michael Collier, editor of The New American Poets: A Bread Loaf Anthology