Caribou: Poems

Caribou: Poems

<p><b>A powerfully moving meditation on life and the beyond, from one of our finest American poets</b><br><b></b><br>Charles Wright's truthۥthe truth of nature, of man's yearning for the divine, of agingۥis at the heart of the renowned poet's latest collection, <i>Caribou</i>. This is an elegy to transient beauty, a song for the "stepchild hour, / belonging to neither the light nor dark, / The hour of disappearing things," and an expression of Wright's restless questing for a reality beyond the one before our eyes ("We are all going into a world of dark . . . It's okay. That's where the secrets are, / The big ones, the ones too tall to tell"). <i>Caribou</i>'s strength is in its quiet, wry profundity.<br> "It's good to be here," Wright tells us. "It's good to be where the world's quiescent, and reminiscent." And to be hereۥin the pages of this stirring collectionۥis more than good; <i>Caribou</i> is another remarkable gift from the poet around whose influence "the whole world seems to orbit in a kind of meditative, slow circle" (<i>Poetry</i>).</p>