Victims of the Latest Dance Craze Book

Eady's style, voice, and rhythmic choices me vividly of Carl Sandburg. Now, I like Sandburg, and I liked this book of Eady's, too, but I don't love it the way I love, say, Baudelaire, Rilke, or Eliot.

[Admittedly I'm not the most well-read in contemporary poets. It's a deficiency I'm going to try very hard to remedy ASAP because I'm sure I'm missing a lot of greats. But as it stands, I don't have much to compare Eady to in that regard.]

I wasn't fond of the titular poem (although what a great fucking title amirite?). The ones I liked best: Miss Johnson Dances For the First Time, April, Radio, the Lost Poem, Crows in a Strong Wind, and the last one in the book, Dance at the Amherst County Public Library.

"My friend, I bequeath to you what I know:
Not the image of a high, glistening city
But the potential in tall grass, flattened
by a summer's storm.
Not the dance
But the good intentions of a dance.

This was the world I belonged to,
With its symphony of near-misses"
-Dance at the Amherst County Public Library