When you read:
O to be lifted forever
in the resonant ark,
your salt-stung aria!
you know you are not reading a po-mo poet. Thank you to Joseph Duemer for first turning me on to Henry Gould. It’s been a long time since I found a living poet I could admire.
I’ve just added his book Way Stations: Poems 1985-1997 to my recommended reading list, even though I do not own it yet myself. But I want it very badly. Next pay check, maybe.