-Rodney Jones
Jeanne Foster's marvelous poems live in what the psychoanalyst DW Winnicott called the potential space between the self and other. What we find there-love, loss, madness, God-is evoked not as languid dreamscape but in sharply chiseled images: A foot the shape of the Amati Violin, a father who speaks a language / known to doves. The presences in these poems are saturated with absence, while an almost-lover becomes an ineffable, but somehow consoling, presence.
-David Shaddock, author of Poetry and Psychoanalysis: The Opening of the Field
A collection of great originality and beauty, marvelous details and strong feelings; somehow under the spell of Montale in its mysteriousness and Italian setting. I like the plot of the ghost lover. Jeanne Foster's poetry holds within it the small-a baby lizard-and the great-the roofless skeleton of the church of San Galgano: the ceiling sweeping strokes / of pure blue ether- / open soul.
-Bianca Tarozzi
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