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maxxmarshall's review against another edition
mysterious
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
2.5
jmarkwindy's review against another edition
4.0
"Portofino" / "The Clerk's Tale" / "A Bestiary" / "Tonight" / "Midnight" / "Ghazals for Spring" / "Florida Ghazals" / "Addresses" / "Interlude" / "Morbidezza"
yeller's review against another edition
5.0
This book of poetry introduce me to forms of poetry (like the ghazal) that I'd never heard of and now absolutely adore. It also contains such a perfect balance of straightforward, no-nonsense, little description poetry with the type of wonderful, flowing, ornate descriptions that I absolutely love and adore. Spencer Reece is an exquisite poet. The poem "Ghazals For Spring" is one of the best poems I have read in a very long time, despite how long it is. I really have to read more of this poet.
partypete's review against another edition
5.0
Beautiful, chilling collection of poems that are at times devotional, at times filled with melancholy and empty spaces. I was amused to find we went to the same high school - I know I am projecting when I say we share much in common. I admire his depictions of Minnesota. I too understand the beauty in the emptiness he depicts the nature in.
zebglendower's review against another edition
4.0
A meticulously crafted, often moving collection from Spencer Reece (his first, actually). The poems are shot through with absence and loss and often read as fractured. Sometimes that effect left me feeling alienated from the poem, but sometimes it was heartrending, as in the poem "Interlude":
We are two men on a park bench
in Palm Beach oblivious to the two men
who start their truck with that boy
from the bar inside dragging him
in the dark to the fence strapping him
with a rope to a post in Laramie,
Wyoming, where he freezes and dies
over five days. My dear, it is late.
The Flagler Museum is shut.
Stay with me. Remain here with me.
This collection doesn't exude the sort of wonder at the beauty and brokenness of life that Reece's second collection does, and for that reason I didn't LOVE it, but I know I'll return to many of its poems again.
We are two men on a park bench
in Palm Beach oblivious to the two men
who start their truck with that boy
from the bar inside dragging him
in the dark to the fence strapping him
with a rope to a post in Laramie,
Wyoming, where he freezes and dies
over five days. My dear, it is late.
The Flagler Museum is shut.
Stay with me. Remain here with me.
This collection doesn't exude the sort of wonder at the beauty and brokenness of life that Reece's second collection does, and for that reason I didn't LOVE it, but I know I'll return to many of its poems again.
missmarauder2's review
5.0
This book of poetry introduce me to forms of poetry (like the ghazal) that I'd never heard of and now absolutely adore. It also contains such a perfect balance of straightforward, no-nonsense, little description poetry with the type of wonderful, flowing, ornate descriptions that I absolutely love and adore. Spencer Reece is an exquisite poet. The poem "Ghazals For Spring" is one of the best poems I have read in a very long time, despite how long it is. I really have to read more of this poet.
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