Anyone (Phoenix Poets)

Anyone (Phoenix Poets)

Nate Klug


Milton’s God
Where I-95 meets The Pike,
a ponderous thunderhead flowered—

stewed a minute, then flipped
like a flash card, tattered
edges crinkling in, linings so dark
with over the top bright

that, status, ready, on the overpass edge,
the onlooker couldn’t decide

until the top, or maybe then,
what was once printed and what have been hidden.

Using numerous types and reaching quite a number musical results, Nate Klug’s a person lines the unraveling of astonishment upon small scenes—natural and family, political and religious—across America’s East and Midwest. The book’s identify foregrounds the anonymity it seeks via a number of skill: first, via shut remark (a concrete observed, a goshawk, a bicyclist); and, moment, through translation (satires from Horace and Catullus, and excerpts from Virgil’s Aeneid). Uniquely between modern poetry volumes, somebody demonstrates fluency within the paradoxes of a spiritual life: “To stand someday / outdoor my religion . . . or hold ready / to be claimed in it.” Engaged with theology and the classics yet by no means abstruse, all of the whereas the poems stay grounded within the extra special, actual international of “what it's to suppose: / moods, part moods, / swarming, then darting loose.”

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