Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Great Regulars: Hard to see past the metallic mist

or through the canopy of supposed reality
cast over our world, bourn that no creature ever born
can pry its way back through, that no love can tear.

No book of poems worth its purchase price can be limited to a "theme" (and no reader should try to impose one), but it doesn't hurt to say that Kinnell is a student of opposed realities and the often porous borders that separate them.

from David Kirby: The New York Times: On the Borderline

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