World of Dew

How do we make sense of our suffering? World of Dew grapples with this question by embracing impermanence, the death of a loved one, the transmutation of an old belief, the adoption of a new culture. Lindsay Stuart Hill navigates the space "where `lost' still differs from `gone'" and the dream of reversal or undoing remains: "Turn your back to a mirror, hold up a mirror: / an endless passage opens behind you." Moving from the tide pools of Maine to the streets of Hyderabad, Hill entwines grief and awe, beauty and violence, truth and delusion. These poems form a scrapbook of missing girls, clothes drying on a clothesline, lingering romances. This is the world of dew-a gorgeous and fragile cosmos where we know nothing lasts, and yet we remain-questioning, dreaming, hoping. This precise, image-driven debut reminds us that only when we let go of who we once were can we become the person we are meant to be.