Leslie Williams

Cup My Days Like Water

Arts & Literature

“‘When I swallow the Word / it sings—,’ declares the speaker of ‘The Word Tastes like Sun-Crammed Plums.’ Like a patient (and expert) gardener coaxing new blooms from old vines, Abigail Carroll gives us poems flowering with fresh vigor and sublimity from the ancient Psalms. She generously invites us, by each poem’s fierce attention, to be always alert to the holy mystery of our lives: ‘the sweep, the joy, the brine.’”