Love is a living force. That is why it transforms: it is born, grows, reaches its fullness, wanes, and dies-a death necessary for rebirth. And that is why the phases of the moon provide the structure for the poems in this book. Yet, the beginning is not the moon's birth-its waxing phase-but rather the new moon: dark and seemingly absent; for every birth is grounded in a prior death, a pause, a silence, a farewell. Thus, the poems in the book move from the death of love-with its grief and absences-to its waning-with its growing solitude and melancholy-to its fullness-with its mysticism, pleasure, and power-and finally to its birth-with its tenderness, beauty, and surprise.
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