It seems to me that Patrick Lane is one of our better contemporary poets when it comes to telling us about the place they inhabit with us. The Measure is a recent milestone/signpost of his being there—particularly West and Northwest. A controlling pattern of his earlier books like Beware the Months of Fire … and Poems New and Selected … is even clearer here: short sojourns, many journeys. He is but a little mad north-northwest; but whichever direction the wind sits that blows through so many of his poems, he has a bracing body of work and calloused hands to show for his and his persona's travels. (p. 102)
As in a lot of our poetry, outer topography of The Measure's...
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