Florist pursues nostalgic impressionism on ‘If Blue Could Be Happiness’

Mike Donovan | Wednesday, October 11, 2017

In his poem “Digging,” Irish poet Seamus Heaney condenses generations of wonderment under his imagistic microscope. From a humble wound in the soil — “Under my window, a clean rasping sound / When the spade sinks into gravelly ground” — he resuscitates family history — “My grandfather cut more turf in a day / Than