Sarah Lang was born in Canada.
Her book The Work of Days was published by Coach House Books in 2007.
from The Work of Days
This is the harbour where I rig your happiness. One thing
into another: you cover my mouth; I play dead. The sheet breathes
your joy. While you're up, I wring your joy. With faint
obligation, I wring your joy. As a rope hangs silent
and without forgiveness, with ease, I wring your joy.
For twenty-eight days get your hands dirty. Near the shore,
tear the flesh from a wild bird. Carve soapstone. Walk thrice
where thieves are hanged. Iron your own shirt.