Too serious
no longer, we
                have learned to love

Without fear or fault, the green
Expanse of it drops off at acute
Angles, sudden and inconveniently,

Matthea Harvey’s whimsy almost defies the scope of the English language. She seems to sculpt out of molten glass the topics and the treatments in her poems, optimistic fairy tales for a universe where everything’s deformed, or maybe deformed fair…