Timothy Steele (1) (1948–)

Poetry has never been a form that clicks super well with me--which is not to say that I don't sometimes come across a poem that I just love or a poet who I want to read more of. I read the title poem of this collection through Book Riot's Literary Advent Calendar in December and thought, "I need to put more of this in my brain." Holding true for my past experiences with poetry, reading this collection, much of the time I felt like I was looking at something I could tell was good but that which I just didn't get. But sometimes I did get it. Steele often has an absolutely stunning way with imagery, with capturing what a moment in time looked or felt like, and that was a joy to read. A few of the poems really struck me as a whole as well--"In the Italian Alps," "Jardin des Tuileries," "April 27, 1937," and "Starr Farm Beach." I'm being just slightly intentional about trying to read some things I usually don't this year, poetry being one of those things, and I think this was an encouraging start.… (mehr)