In recent years Joan Crowell has lived an oceanic life a few feet from the surf on the south shore of Long Island: a wife, composer of operas, mother of five children, a great-grandmother--a
poet whose writing is sometimes clear as a glass of water, sometimes clouded by personal storms. She has lived a long life of privilege and struggle. What comes through is some honest work
touched with beauty, words that should not be lost, useful to others.