Equinox and Other Poems

In his newest volume of verse, David R. Slavitt offers some of his finest poetry to date. Equinox is a collection of twenty-five poems on various subjects. They are occasional, the that most of them are the result of specific moments of experience, whether of an art work, as in ""Canaletto's Ruin,"" or a moment of natural beauty, as in ""The Field of Light"": The road, past Worcester and sundown, unwound in hollows' evergreen shadows, velvet billows: the firm earth melted under the wheels. But then, at a turn onto high ground, I entered into a field of light. Light was its crop, a yield of gold that oozed up like the sweat of plums. Throughout the collection, Slavitt explores the tensions between lawful order and murderous chaos, the desire to preserve things against inevitable decline, even the conflict between honest desire and the parody of it, as manifested in ""Refinement"": ""Ours are plenty's penalties, gout, girth, / atherosclerosis, kidney stones, / and ennui..."" And he offers meditations on the relations between generations, as in ""Circus Costumes,"" in which he recalls his grandfather, and ""Letter to a Grandchild."" In the title poem, Slavitt presents a moving and controlled portrayal of the difficulties of coming to terms with death, especially the violent death, of a loved one: A balance shifts, and we can feel the night heavy in the scale, darkness and cold will weigh with us from now on . . . Wise and profound, frequently warm and occasionally bitter, these are the poems of a master craftsman.