Where Shall I Wander: New Poems
This 23rd collection from Harold Bloom's favorite living American poet is a modestly scaled affair: it doesn't end with a grand long poem, which has become an Ashbery trademark sinceRivers and Mountains, nor is it especially big likeCan You Hear, Birdnor does it even contain many poems that extend more than three pages (the title poem, at seven pages, is the longest). The book as a whole takes the pleasures of games and makes of them poetic seductions; the adjective "Ashberian"—part Joseph Cornell, part Henry James, partClose Encounters—is perhaps the only one possible to describe the work at this point: "Another's narrative supplants the crawling/ stock-market quotes. Like all good things/ life tends to go on too long.../ Rains bathe the rainbow,/ and the shape of night is an empty cylinder,/ focused at us, urging its noncompliance/ closer along the way we chose to go." Perhaps his secret is in providing us with the experience of terribleencounterin the comfort of our own poem, one that we can choose to occupy for years, even after discovering the beating heart under the floorboards.(Mar. 1)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.