Perennial Fall Book

I wasn't very impressed. It was nice enough, but didn't really stick out to me. There was some predictable imagery such as "apples froze in clusters on/the branches, glass apples on glass trees./Any false move would end them." or "here is the porcelain tub: expectant, cool,/its ledges lined with lavender and lemon,/labeled jars of mud and salt and oil,/milled soaps that smell of rose or melon".

The lines that did catch my attention were: "But something strange/is going on: The trees are tired/of meaning, sick of providing/mystery, parallels, consolation./"leave us alone", they seem to cry,/with barely energy for a pun." (North of Boston)

"Among the welcome elements not one/thing did not hunger to be changed./The heat held still between us." (Altos 2)