How do we make sense of our suffering? World of Dew grapples with this question by embracing impermanence—the death of a loved one, the transmutation of an old belief, the adoption of a new culture. Moving from the tide pools of Maine to the streets of Hyderabad, Lindsay Stuart Hill entwines grief and awe, beauty and violence, truth and delusion. These poems form a scrapbook of missing girls, clothes drying on a line, and lingering romances. This is the world of dew—a gorgeous and fragile cosmos where we know nothing lasts, and yet we remain—questioning, dreaming, hoping.

Lindsay Stuart Hill grew up in New Hampshire and lives in Minnesota. Her poems have appeared in publications such as Poetry, The Kenyon Review, Ploughshares, The Southern Review, and Blackbird.

One
Paris Penitence
The Finches
Collecting Shells
The Bahá’í School
Reversal Kit
It’s January Still
After You Said No 
Morning in Station North
Page from a Woodland Journal, with Sketches of Yellow Wildflowers 
At a Farm in Silverton
Autumn Scrapbook

Two 
Poem Ending with a Bollywood Song 
Pastoral
Monsoon Season, 2008
Five Photographs: My Host Brother, Me
Bracelet
Ajar
Night Ride Through Hi-Tec City
“When you get here, turn the light around to shine back.”

Three 
The Pain Body
Nanquan Kills a Cat
The Gardener’s Sutra
Overlapping Elegies
To
The Line I Cut
The Mountain and the Teaspoon
The Widow and the Pinecone
Funeral for a Water Child
“You have only one life, and that life is not yours alone.”
Love Poem with Lemon and Radishes

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