Daring, tender, truthful, the poems in Blizzard, Henri Cole’s tenth book, build on a reputation for quiet mastery. Whether he is wrestling with the mundane, history and its disasters, or sexual love, he can sound both classical and contemporary, with the modern austerity of Constantine Cavafy and Elizabeth Bishop. Often exploring the darker places of the heart, his sonnets do not lie down obediently but spark with an honest self-awareness.
Cole’s lucid, empathetic poems—with lyrical beauty and ethical depth—seem to transmute the anxious perplexities of our time.
