Today, I saw the world
as others have
in flowers and grains of sand.
“These three lines from “Shrine” sum up for me the poetry of Richard Lee Harris: simple words, perfectly chosen, resonating in space and time. From the northern edge of Alaska to the cafés of Seville, we are led on an intensely personal journey, paradoxically austere and brimming with tenderness. Reimagine echoes with beauty and loss, clarity and grace—the stuff that dreams are made on.”
—Nick Jans, author of The Last Light
Breaking and The Glacier Wolf