Few poets today, even very good ones, write lines, as Stanley Moss does, that are so exquisitely crafted you cannot help but remember them. “What is heaven but the history of color,” begins the new long poem after which this book is named. “We kno
Few poets today, even very good ones, write lines, as Stanley Moss does, that are so exquisitely crafted you cannot help but remember them. “What is heaven but the history of color,” begins the new long poem after which this book is named. “We kno
