Review: Early Hour – A fine a small collection to be savored.
Early Hour by Michael McGriff My rating: 4 of 5 stars In “Early Hours,” Michael McGriff weaves his wife into the world of nature around her, using imagery that in itself would not be erotic to describe the emotional and physical love he has for her. These are not simple poems, though the language is accessible and real. Death lingers at the center as well as at the edges, but the knowledge of mortality makes his love grater and not bitter. So many poets today strain to juxtapose images in an attempt at some kind of surrealism–and most often fail. McGriff’s imagery seems right even as it causes you to gasp at what has been gathered together in a sentence or a phrase: the outline of your face is sky-written in the black loam of thunderheads. Another example: because the river’s teeth still gnash against [the horse’s] flank and its eyes stil have the luster of black china glowing black-bright in the glass hutch of memory The imagery is both from nature and domestic ...