The American Scholar

Bearing Witness Beyond Despair

Wong May’s reader needs to be ready to dream a little. Her poems unfold with the intensity, the abrupt shifts of focus, and the uncanny, enigmatic quality of our dreams, even when she is writing about ordinary sunlit experience.

Take the poem titled “The World.” Here we’re in a taxicab in an unfamiliar city. The

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