Middle Earth

The fullest culmination to date of an original voice and "a central poet of his generation" (Harold Bloom)

Time was plunging forward,
like dolphins scissoring open water or like me,
following Jenny''s flippers down to see the coral reef,
where the color of sand, sea and sky merged,
and it was as if that was all God wanted:
not a wife, a house or a position,
but a self, like a needle, pushing in a vein.—f...