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Reviewed in the United States on April 26, 2005
I happen to know Robert Crawford. He teaches and reads here in the Seacoast Region of New Hampshire. I have always admired his essential modesty, his profound appreciation for craft, and his unrelenting pursuit of it. If you're the kind of person who looks at antique furniture and are taken by the way it reveals and conceals the years of training, skill and craftsmanship that went into it, as opposed to how it's going to fit into your entryway or sewing room, or go with the new Persian carpet, Crawford's poetry is for you. It's grace. It's classical form and balance. It's the courage to take on the oldest poetic subjects and themes on, again, with the confidence that something enduring and beautiful will result. (We'll call it the Michelangelo Hypothesis -- why would a man approach a block of marble with a hammer, knowing as much as he did of Greek statuary?) And, incidentally, this book contains the best "Christmas" poem ever, "The Love of One." It's in search of just such gems that I read so much.
