Reign of Snakes

Described by the late <b>James Dickey</b> as one of the finest new poets to come along in years <b>Robert Wrigley</b> fulfills that early promise with this his newest collection. <b>Reign of Snakes</b> is a book about desire the soul's desire as much as the body's. As <b>Jane Hirshfield</b> said of Wrigley's previous book <b>In the Bank of Beautiful Sins</b> (Penguin 1995) To read it is to unpeel a little further into the human and into the wideness that holds the human--a splendid gift. <b>Reign of Snakes</b> takes us to yet another level deep into the daily devotions where the dark blows a kiss to night.<p>. . . <i><b>a frigid day in February and a full-grownrattlesnake curled to a comma in the middle of the middle of the just-plowed road. Ice ghost I think curve of rock or stubbed-off branch. But the diamonds are there under a dust of crystals looming impossible summer's tattoo the mythical argyle of evil.</b></i> <p> --from <b>Reign of Snakes</b></p></p>