Few poets today, even very good ones, write lines, as Stanley Moss does, that are so exquisitely crafted you cannot help but remember them. "What is heaven but the history of color," begins
"It is time to celebrate the singular beauty and power of Stanley Moss's poetry. He is a citizen of the world, both past and present, one who seems to have been everywhere and missed nothing. These ar
Praise for Stanley Moss’ poetry: “Magisterial . . . this book is magnificent. I’ve read it several times with greater and greater pleasure. Its verbal generosity and bravura, its humanity, the quality
