To write what is human, not escapist, is Henri Cole’s endeavor. In The Visible Man he pursues his aim by folding autobiography and memory into the thirty severe and fiercely truthful lyrics–poems presenting a constant tension between classical repose and the friction of life–that make up this exuberant book. This work, wrote Harold Bloom, persuades me that Cole will be a central poet of his generation. The tradition of Wallace Stevens and Hart Crane is beautifully extended in The Visible Man, particularly in the magnificent sequence ‘Apollo.’ Keats and Hart Crane are presences here, and Henri Cole invokes them with true aesthetic dignity, which is the mark of nearly every poem in The Visible Man.