Poetry 191.2 (November 2007)

I always look forward to receiving my copy of Poetry. Sometimes they pile up and are read through in a great rush (though the September 2002 issue still sits on my shelf unread). But I more often than not dip in soon after its arrival in the mail.

These days I find myself more drawn to the prose than the verse (an ongoing "controversy" among the readers if past Letters columns are to be believed). Oh, this is so unpoetical, but the reviewers and commentators often have so much more snap than the poets.

Forsooth!!

I found this month's happiness in David Biespiel's "Former Dogs".