Inheritance

Whether it's a butterfly "kicking off its cocoon," larks singing "across flat farm country," a dawn that "kneels in the grass / quenching its thirst / in the damp footprints of night," or the poet's own "urge to be a squirrel," the poems in Cecil B dker's Inheritance are grounded in the physical world and transformed by her alert and always surprising imagination. Michael Goldman's faithful translations bring us nearly four decades of this Danish poet's work--equalling both its subtle music and astonishing clarity.