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"Her poems invite the more intellectual emotions: bemusement, the breathlessness of newborn understanding. They're a treat for anyone who likes to have her brainstrings tugged."—Polly Shurman, The Village Voice
"She is often obscure, but her allusions are as much a sign of camaraderie as of scholarly pretension, her poems a pert crystallization impossible in more narrative poetry."—New Yorker
"One might argue that nothing is sacred in Caroline Knox's work, but it would be truer to its spirit to say that everything is sacred here—and all are welcome."—Rebecca Frank, Boston Review
"Any word be it rose or usufruct is occasion for a larkishness. 'We trip and drop deeply' over and into the drifts of her lines. A most inquisitive poet who relishes living inside her expansive vocabulary; one who has been faxing by the midnight oil while so many others were dipping their quills into dry sockets. Caroline Knox reminds us how whangy and interesting it all is."—C.D. Wright
Pomander
I wouldn’t mow the field Hear Trains
Bone Ghazal
Sun God appears
Cold Blob
Who is going to tell you Code Switch
Blue Poem
“What is in this cupboard?” Who
Sonnet
Manganese
Sitting
The new owners
Kimono
Back and Forth
Transept
Look,
Latin Poetry
Double-dare
Polis
Poppits
Mirror
Helen
Nuthatch Song
Saints Partying
Poem
A Rubric
Tarragon
Two middle-aged springer spaniels A wide border
Watershed
Tex Tiles
People with Occupations Glorious Apollo
Cataract
Pheasant-eye
A completely rotted shed
Acknowledgments