aware of bodies in space, dignifies what Andrei Codrescu once roughly called the "wind-borne meat comet" with all its gestural mystery, whether it is the figure of a homeless man or the dying body of a lover. "I swear sometimes/when I put my head to his chest/I can hear the virus humming/like a refrigerator," Doty writes in "Atlantis," a long poem that manages to be about the specter of AIDS without assuming a reader's pity.
from John Freeman: Poet Mark Doty makes the familiar exotic in 'Fire to Fire,' his collection that won the National Book Award
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