Eventually One Dreams the Real Thing

A starred review in Library Journal says this about Eventually One Dreams the Real Thing : Only a poet as accomplished as Boruch could make such beautiful verse while leading us through the everyday, of life’s subtle, steady shiftings (the bird’s hunger, seeking shape’). If the opening image of a pool filled with cruelly dredged up roses bespeaks quiet assent (I stood before them the way an animal/ accepts sun’), the next poem turns immediately to progress (and hence progression) as a modern inv