There is elemental life in David Polk's poems, intimate moments when it seems our remove from the natural world-fatal to it-can be bridged. It is the poetry of that connection in daily life and the imagination. The great river floods, a blue wasp sails dreamlike through the house. Suddenly a copperhead lies snake-thick across the hiker's path. The poet's "mind is at once local and transcendent in its reach," says the writer William...
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