What is a sonnet? It is a thing that only loves to be exactly itself, like Richard Simmons, isn't it? Not so fast. In Sandra Simonds's new book, the sonnet has escaped, runs wild, scavenges for itself. She stands in the landscape where it lives, noticing, an older form even than the sonnet is, and present behind her are megaflora and megafauna, and in front of her are all the small arrayed things of the new world that have been laid out for her to observe: "We are making some fine universe, / my five-year-old says, with sheer will. We are making some fine / universe out of what we have." —Patricia Lockwood
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