What did you think, that joy / was some slight thing?

And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.

I've been moving a little to the music while I worked ...and then I realize I am actually dancing. It feels wonderful, though I can feel how stiff my muscles are, how rigidly I've been holding myself...Mostly I've been moving cautiously, numbly, steeled because I know, at any moment, I may be ambushed by overwhelming grief. You never know when it's coming, the word or gesture or bit of memory that dissolved you entirely...It happens every day at first, then not for a day or two, then there's a week when grief washes in every morning, every afternoon.

There are those fortunate hours when the world consents to be made into a poem.

...in the face of all dangers, in what may seem a godless region, we move forward through the agencies of love and art.

In Judith Barrington's striking collection, Horses and the Human Soul, human emotions come ushered and accompanied by animal companions, especially the horses this speaker loves. Here they are witnesses, companions to the spirit, and as vulnerably mortal as human beings. Socially and politically alert, lamenting and celebrating, Barrington's passionate poems inscribe the broad range of her affections.

All my life I've lived with a future which constantly diminishes but never vanishes.