The only other collection of Sonnets I’ve read is Shakespeare’s.

One would think that any other would pale by comparison. But this is one impressive collection. A stand-out among all the poetry I’ve read. Flipping quickly through the book, you will see that the hands of a clock on the pages turn with each leaf, and with this accompanying image of time, you set out on journey into an uncommonly compelling world. In a way, I was reminded of Clark Ashton Smith’s fantastic, imagistic poetry.

Thrilling, rich, and properly metered lyric sonnets, dense with imagery and sonic resonance. Here is a brief quote:

“In dreams we miss a paradise thought lost
To wake and carry out its holocaust– “

The pithy phrases and philosophic metaphors and motifs recur with startling regularity. There is a lot to be gained from reading this work. It is composed of carefully wrought poems, interwoven with addictive, dreamlike rhythms. The style is not tiresome or boring, even after 211 examples of the same structure. The blended mythologies and intimate portraits are both memorable and surreal.

For lovers of splendid writing, hidden morals, and interplays of grand themes, give this singular work a try.