Swimming In the Ladle of Stars, by Martin Willitts, Jr.
“Concentrate your mind through the eye of a needle,” advises Martin Willitts in his new collection, Swimming In the Ladle of Stars. But it only takes a poem or two to realize that Willitts has already done the threading for us.
Fans of Martin Willitts, Jr.’s work will not be disappointed by his new collection, brimming with the delicate anguish, the joyous relief, of a seeker in his prime. As a bonus, the cover art is another of Martin’s haunting paper cuts.
LETTING ANGER GO Your mind is troubled, a broken hornet’s nest. Trees bring their lips close to the long-ago winds. You bring a basket of sorrow. The slowest brook is stillness moving. It is the temperature of a wing in air-draft. Hornets are in your heart. Concentrate your mind through the eye of a needle. Peace is a lavish tapestry of singing. The stars are just beginning. Cherry blossoms fall at your feet.