When I Waked, I Cried To Dream Again: Poems

. . . How strangethis world would be if we were all in uniform, sad to sewa garment for someone who wasn't allowed to dream.Now, go forth in the alluring clothes of the stranger,and visit others as if a needle and thread sewednot just a new style into this world but also a new dream.

- “The Tailor”
Technically, I thought from beginning to end was brilliant, but emotionally, there were only a few poems here or there that impressed me, until the last two sections. The last poem, “How to Celebrate a Revolution,” was especially beautiful and left me amazed.