Great Regulars: The unresting turbulence of human life,

its violence and eroticism commingled, makes the poet say, "Not leaves then"--we are more endlessly disturbed than the leaves in the wind. Running through the poem, along with that despairing perception of pointlessness, is the counter-energy of meaning, animating the words themselves.

from Robert Pinsky: The Washington Post: Poet's Choice

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