
by Kay Ryan
In tigers, zebras, and other stripped creatures, any casual posture plays one beautiful set of lines against another: herringbones and arrows appear and disappear; chevrons widen and narrow.
In tigers, zebras, and other stripped creatures, any casual posture plays one beautiful set of lines against another: herringbones and arrows appear and disappear; chevrons widen and narrow.
*Elephant Rocks*, Kay Ryan’s third book of verse, shows a virtuoso practitioner at the top of her form. Engaging and secretive, provocative and profound, Ryan’s poems have generated growing excitement with their appearances in The New Yorker and other leading periodicals. Sometimes gaudily ornamental, sometimes Shaker-plain, here is verse that is compact on the page and expansive in the mind.
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