A beautiful new review of Green-Wood in the Iowa Review by Peter Myers. It’s moving to be read so closely, and so well.

“We come to know the poem—like a cemetery, like nature—as a made thing, shaped by the material presence of the past in the here and now. To write, the poet tells herself: “First fence a voice. / Lie / down ferocious feeling.” What must be made to lie down for the fence to be constructed is precisely what Green-Wood concerns itself with, and the tension between what’s enclosed and what’s in common, what’s visible and what’s buried, what’s present and what’s erased, becomes, in Green-Wood, the force that drives the poem onward.”