For Eager Lovers

In 1922, a young poet named Genevieve Taggard wrote directly to the hungry heart. These are poems for people who love without caution, who feel the seasons as extensions of their own longing. Taggard captures the specific ache of desire: the way a lover's absence sharpens the world into unbearable clarity, how independence and passion exist in constant, fertile tension. She writes about nature as lover, about freedom as its own kind of ecstasy, about the brave and complicated territory of being a woman who wants fiercely in an era beginning to imagine new possibilities. The language is clean and urgent, stripped of Victorian indirectness. These poems don't apologize for wanting. They lean into longing and call it holy. For readers who believe poetry should make them feel found and caught off guard in equal measure.