New work from a poet who seems to be getting stronger with each collection (David Yezzi, The New Criterion)

William Logan is widely admired as one of our foremost masters of free verse as well as formal poetry; his classical verve conjures up the past within the present and the foreshadowings of the present within the past. In their sculptural turns, their pleasure in the glimmerings of the sublime while rummaging around in the particular, the poems in Rift of Light, Logan’s eleventh collection, are a master class of powerful feeling embedded in language. Ranging from Martin Luther to an abandoned crow, from a midwife toad to a small-town janitor, from actress Louise Brooks to Durer’s stag beetle, Logan shows an encyclopedic attention to the passing world. Dry, witty, skeptical, these dark and acidic poems prove a constant and informing delight.