“Passe la nuit, writes Connie Voisine in Cathedral of the North, her first magical collection of poems. The night passes—in the Acadian French of the tiny town where she grew up, as far North as the country goes) and day comes again, bringing each story closer to its conclusion, each character in the gaze of the book’s clear-eyed, word haunted narrator more precisely alive. What a blessing of language and what a brilliant gift this young poet has been given—to re-see the past, its nights and days, to re-animate the present, to dream it all, night and day, into these startling poems.”
--Carol Muske
“Contains the raw, obsessive energy you like to see in a frist book, a book that knows its subject intimately, takes it seriously and renders it humanely. It also contains some of the best American poetry I’ve see in a while, often reminiscent of early Forché: the same stark language, the deft use of language and metaphor . . . compelling and urgent, Voisine’s voice deserves to be heard. Cathedral of the North reaches up with its bells and spires and shapes love and loss into song.”
—Dorianne Laux