Poetry. Art by Lorna Stevens. Rebecca Foust knows what goes on in 'the cricket-sung, grass-sweet dark, ' and she isn't afraid to sing it. If there are moments of anxiety, intimations of mortality--if, as she writes, 'ours is the curse of the blighted touch'--they cannot, in the end, overwhelm the exuberant, muscular joy that emanates both from Foust's poems, and from Lorna Stevens' charming and evocative illustrations. Together, the words and pictures of God, Seed make a beguiling duet, a fine romance, a garden of earthly and, at times, unearthly delights--Troy Jollimore. A lovely, singing book, in both the art work and the language--intricate beauties informed by informed passion--William Kittredge