Paul DeLong

You can't read this without being moved into depth, but also moved in multiple directions. Everything here echoes back upon itself, and therefore, also forward. The ambiguities of being unsure of being "a visitor or a pilgrim" in places, times, and perceptual definitions here will, inevitably lead you to feel and inhabit a larger world, taking you on your own "grand tour." And grief? What true poetry does not take us to a land of grief as both "pilgrims and visitors." You can linger here where grief is made safe and wondrous, but not without edge, until, the next poem in the volume takes you on your next stop on the itinerary. I won't say "bon voyage" because this volume is a submarine as well as a sailing vessel.