The Strange Hours Travelers Keep

Those aren't stars, darling That's your nervous system Nanna didn't take you to planetariums like this --from "Hyper-Berceuse: 3 A.M." August Kleinzahler's new poems stretch and go places he has never gone before: they have his signature high color and rhythmic jump, but they take on a breadth of voice and achieve registers that his earlier work only hinted at. Ranging from Vegas and Mayfair to the Asian steppes and contemporary Berlin, these poems touch down at will in tableaux where Liberace u