A lyrical new volume from a poet ?beyond the achievement of all but a double handful of living American poets? (Harold Bloom).

With irony, in mourning tinged with eros, one of our most extraordinary poets blends the personal and the political to meditate on damage, aging, and injustice. The poems in So Forth surge back in memory, pondering guilt and forgiveness. Consciousness flows from singular to plural; identity in these poems does a round dance with other personae, with formidable women artists of the past in the powerful sequence ?Legende of Good Women,? with pre-Socratic philosophers, and with lovers, children, and strangers?the strangest of whom is the face in the mirror. In response to griefs both historical and contemporary, So Forth contemplates the quest for the holy and traditions of the sacred.