For poet Steven Nightingale, the sonnet is not just a poetic form, it is the form of our dreams: the dream that poetry can take the mind home to original beauties; that the life of each of us is bound to a joy at the midmost of the world; that language can tease a bright reality from the catastrophes of the day; that we may learn to change ourselves, in hopes of becoming hidden sidekicks of light, useful, practical, bemused. To bring home these dreams, Nightingale s poems travel the world in body and soul. So The Cinnamon Theologies Cinnamon for the sensual world, the amorous overture, our delight in earth and spice and song, the promise of love and the unity with the beloved. And Theologies for the everyday presence of the divine, all the transcendental elements in our hours, in word or event; and the call to us of another and better world.
Steven Nightingale is an author of books of poetry, novels, and essays. He divides his time between the San Francisco Bay Area; Reno, Nevada; and Granada, Spain.
Steven Nightingale s love for the sonnet has turned it molten, supple, fashioned it newly for new purposes. The sonnets in The Wings of What You Say move couplet, triplet, quatrain, triplet, couplet, symmetrically adding to fourteen. He opens a peacock s tail of nature and human nature in the strange initiatives of these marvelous poems, makes them into Bhakti sonnets, truly devotional literature. --Poetry Flash
Beauty, Soul, World, these words- common as bread yet lustrous, mysterious- weave through the aptly named Steven Nightingale's lovely, soulful and world-rich collection of sonnets. In their form, they're not Petrarchan, not Shakespearean, not Spencerian, not Miltonic. We must conclude, finally, they are Nightingalian. --Suzanne Lummis, author of In Danger, Director of the Los Angeles Poetry Festival
We soar. We descend-we unravel the climate of the heart and the sensual voltage of soul. We go past history because these ninety-nine songs want us, in this life, within all life. The range is expansive, Petrarch s meter precise, the voice, familiar and public, almost as if we do have wings, angelic, earth-hued, radiant. Here we find our call, our meaning and dreaming. A 21st century Neruda, a poet s and people s masterpiece. --Juan Felipe Herrera, Poet Laureate of California