White Sail at Midnight

In Maggie Smith’s well-known poem ＂Good Bones,＂ the speaker claims ＂The world is at least fifty percent terrible...＂ And although some of the poems in Ginny Lowe Connors’ White Sail at Midnight do confront the terrible, they do so in balance with poetry that takes the reader on an exploration of mystery and beauty in this world we inhabit. Follow with Connors on her quest to determine what may be preserved as time passes, as these poems of mortality call out to the eternal.

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＂Whether rendering meditation on the poignantly perplexing beauty of impermanence, measuring time and passage in pastoral images, or considering her worldview through the lens of the Connecticut landscape, each poem is startling and fresh in its method and presentation.＂

-Antoinette Brim-Bell, Connecticut State Poet Laureate

＂. . . this jeweled mosaic, shivering slightly/ in the breeze that wafts up from the lake. . .

＂Connors is describing an orb spider’s web, ... an apt emblem for this collection of poems about being mortal in a mortal world.Finely woven, out in the open, Ginny Lowe Connors’ poems catch the momentary light and shadow of transformations and survivals, sorrows and healings.＂

-Margaret Gibson, Connecticut Poet Laureate Emerita, author of The Glass Globe

＂A quality of attentive wonder charges and characterizes these beautifully crafted, thought-provoking poems....Here is the earnest and candid work of a seasoned poet.＂

-Aaron Caycedo-Kimura, Author of Common Grace