Incomplete Strangers

Robert McNamara's poetry is crisp and formal, and attached to the world in the way very lively humans are who are both deeply sad, because they are here, and aware of those salvational voices tucked away in the brilliance of things. Fortunately this poetry is erudite, so the present doesn't have to do all the heavy work-of supporting a true and wise adult on its shoulders. Read at your peril, and be lucky! This is a tremendous feast.