"Wait" finds C. K. Williams by turns ruminative, stalked by "the
conscience-beast, who harries me," and "riven by idiot vigor,
voracious as the youth I was / for whom everything always was going
too slowly, too slowly." Poems about animals and rural life are set
hard by poems about shrapnel in Iraq and sudden desire on the Paris
metro; grateful invocations of Herbert and Hopkins give way to
fierce negotiations with the shades of Coleridge, Dostoyevsky, and
Celan. What the poems share is their setting in the cool, spacious,
spotlit, book-lined place that is Williams's consciousness, a place
whose workings he has rendered for fifty years with inimitable
candor and style.
"Williams manages to consistently maintain the gentle, witty,
and honest voice that he has spent a lifetime crafting." --Rachel
A. Burns, "The Harvard Crimson"
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