Blood Lyrics

"Katie Ford''s is a finely-wrought lyrical beauty, a poetry of detail and care, but she has set it within an epic arc." —Poetry

I lie still, play dead, am delivered decree:
our daughter weighs seven hundred dimes,
paperclips, teaspoons of sugar,
this child of grams
for which the good nurse
laid out her studies
as a coin purse
into which our tiny wealth clinked,
our daughter spilling almost
to the floor.
—from "Of a Child Early Born"

In Katie Ford''s third collection, she sets her music into lyrics wrung from the world''s dangers. Blood Lyrics is a mother''s song, one seared with the knowledge that her country wages long, aching wars in which not all lives are equal. There is beauty imparted, too, but it arrives at a cost: "Don''t say it''s the beautiful / I praise," Ford writes. "I praise the human, / gutted and rising."