Here is a landmark collection celebrating the remarkable range of Maxine Kumin, one of America’s greatest living poets. Where I Live gathers poems from five previous books, together with twenty-three new poems that pay homage to Kumin’s farm life and also to poets of the past. from “The Taste of Apple” I could hardly see as he hoisted the great swaying body aloft and bore it across the road to the hole and in the cold dark I poured a libation of apple juice for the earth to welcome his corpse—some drops spilled on his chestnut flank and some dribbled on his cheek and splashed onto his yellow teeth as he lay deep on one side and my hand shook—I could hardly see—rocking my grief back and forth over this kind death the taste of apple wasting in his mouth.