The available, phenomenal world is transfigured in verse by a muscular, insistent attention sounding itself out in words spaced carefully down the page. What resonates in the making exceeds the limits of its sources in the phenomenal field. It hovers just above and around these words on a page. I seem to be approaching a Bloomian argument for Eigner as Emersonian Yankee transcendentalist. Eigner's confinement has given him a concrete model for the situation of the individual consciousness in its effort to comprehend the world.
Bird song calls attention back from thought to the actual world in time.
But by its projective, sympathetic articulation it also establishes a continuum of inner and outer states within which poetry may take place as natural process. This understated registration of current, fleeting phenomena in time begs the questions implicit in the reader's expectation of a mythic shadow world.