One of my favorite poems from Beautiful Day by J.R. Solonche. The poems in Solonche’s book have been called “melancholy . . . tempered with art, wit and good grace” whispering , sometimes with more strength, the dichotomy of being alive.
“Identity, history, mortality, the natural world—the big four take the stage here, but spiced with wry wit and bemusement. Solonche possesses deadpan delivery that delights in unexpected twists and word play that can turn deadly serious. He’s equally expert at both narrative and lyric, and the ghazals alone are worth the price of admission. Beautiful Day may seem a risky title for a book of poetry, but read the title poem and see what Solonche can pull from it, as a magician might pull a dinosaur from a hat.”