We will get through this.
We might not get through this.
The body changes imperceptibly,
Adjusts to gravity.
—from "The Collapse of the System"
In these spare, evocative poems, Saskia Hamilton maps the spaces between grief and longing, solitude and companionship, urban and pastoral dreamscapes, what is audible and what is visible. Out of these divides, Hamilton registers with provocative statement and echoing lyric what does and doesn't fit into the world and our conceptions of the world. As she asks in the title poem, "And then as each day clears / another away, what's to be counted on?" Must everything be torn in two? Divide These brings delicate subtlety together with riveting assertion to make an original, unsettling music.