“Somewhere in [her], a shadow turned mournfully over.” The poems in So the Sadness Could Not Hurt trace the shadows of time, memory, and eternity as they lengthen in the mind's eye. Through the Center Street window, at an open casket, below the needle of a compass, alongside a day at the lake, under a gleaming Ferris wheel—the poems in this chapbook go where the shadows do and “run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt.”