For many years now, I've admired the quietly beautiful, technically accomplished, and moving poems of Mikel Vause. He seems only to go from strength to strength, gifted with a natural ear for the music of language and a keen love for what Richard Wilbur once called 'the things of this world.' But this world is otherworldly, too. Like the Emersonian he is, Vause understands that nature is a symbol of spirit and that every natural thing is a sign, a...
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