[Carl Copeland]

I was all set with praise for “adamant varietals” and pedantry for “Edvard,” but David beat me to it. He and I are telepathizing again. “Hide the sky behind a linden row” is a delightful change of perspective, but I wasn’t quite sure what had to be dug up. First I thought you were planting a sapling and had to dig the grass up to find a place for it. Then it occurred to me you were digging the sapling up to take home as a model. I did get a bit tangled in the abstraction of the last three lines, though I don’t know how I’d feel about an 11-line sonnet.