Dream of the Gone-From City treads the fault lines between worlds: internal and external, natural and constructed, past and present. -Blessed am I, when neither/here nor there- Edelman writes, probing borders between mothers and daughters, lovers tracing words in sand, the living and the dead. Infused with intelligence and sly humor, these poems travel from Malibu to the Adirondacks to Bordeaux, France--weaving disco, Shakespeare, and nursery rhymes into their exquisitely crafted lyric narratives.