Where has your first dream vanished now? Your dream.

+++ Letters to a Stranger, by Thomas James, is one of my favorite books of poetry. It was James’ first and only collection, published in 1973. The poems in this book stun me, over and over again. James’s poems are filled with his singular turns of phrase (“whitely established”…”nest of rubble”) and odd but clear images (“your hands are gloved in shadow”…”sheeping coming unstuffed like ancient cushions”). I’m incredibly glad that Gray Wolf brought Letters to a Stranger┬áback into print in 2008, but so many of my favorite poems are still impossible to find online. Here are my two absolute…