By John Sibley Williams
Is a collection of poetry you feel you must be gentle with.
Disinheritance contains poems of grief, which build to a crushing intensity.
The lines I like in poem Forbidden travel – “The lawn is the same
But has forgotten my toes”
Paper Cranes “poorly folded from the unread morning news”
To Name Butterfly “Interrogated by Genus,
The Latin behind our current tongue”
And the fantastic Optimism
“Our children do not listen anymore
The clay has spun free of the potters wheel”
Disinheritance is as ambiguous as a Sylvia Plath collection of poetry, which becomes clearer gradually and immediately results in you wanting to read and turn the pages once again.
The lines are so well constructed in Disinheritance. There are verses in the poems that cause you to draw in your breath at their dexterity.
Disinheritance is a blistering poetry collection by John Sibley Williams, who is certainly a master of his genre.
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