Selected poems by a poet I've not heard of. Canadian, he was born in 1933 to a 14 y.o. woman and was in school for only 5 years. Bly wrote that he was "The greatest Canadian poet of the 20th century". He's sometimes compared to Robert Frost. He wrote more simply as he aged.
There are about 130 pages of poetry. Some pages have more than one poem. It's an enjoyable read. Poems often have punchlines - sometimes indented for maximum effect - e.g. "it was me, his father, who told him/ you write poems about what/ you feel deepest and hardest" (end of p.80); "this is a country/ where a man can die/ simply from being/ caught outside" (end of p.81). The back cover notes say he is "comparable in the public's affections to Stevie Smith or Betjeman in Britain".
I like his early portraits of (real or imagined) townsfolk - men often disguising their emotions. Some of the poems are too simple for me though. "Looking for Nancy" is about someone stopping girls in the street - "But there's always/ been some mistake:// a broken streetlight,/ too much rum or merely/ my wanting too much/ for it to be her." OK, so maybe he's not looking for a particular girl, but all the same.
He tackles some topics head on - he died at 50 having had cancer for years. In "Escape from Eden" he shows how hospital staff's response to a patient's state of dress depends on their health. In "For Yukio Mishima" he writes about press attitudes to writer's suicides (madness? accident? a statement?). He writes that "There are no pacifists/ in the cancer ward."
I like "Old Town Revisited" and "What Colour Is Manitoba?" - they look like much like Flash to me. So does "The Rites of Manhood", which I don't much like. I don't get what "The Middle-aged Man in the Supermarket" is really about. I get (but am not impressed by) the 2-page "He sits down on the floor of a school for the retarded" whose penultimate stanza is "Yes, it's what we all want, in the end,/ not to be worshipped, not to be admired,/ not to be famous, not to be feared,/ not even to be loved, but simply to be held."
Poems from Kenyon review, Measure, Poetry, Southwest review, Threepenny review, etc. Unsurprisingly there are many iambics and lots of rhyming. I liked his "Missing Measures" book and have recommended it to people. I doubt that I'll recommend this book to non-formalists. I'm not used to reading such poetry nowadays, but I don't think that's the reason why some of it sounds pedestrian to me. E.g. -