A Day Marked for Telling
by Roger Pfingston
Have been making new friends in A Day Marked for Telling, as well as renewing several old ones, familiar through their publication in magazines.
I’m finding these poems as rewarding as any in Roger’s earlier books. I like the contrasts in such poems as “As if to Herself”, moving from the busy chaos of the poem’s opening imagery to the startling jolt of the last stanza and the final line, “How tender, their reliance on each other.” He does that well, guiding the reader between tensions to bring him to a solid and satisfying end. Or sometimes to a shock of recognition, as in “West Nile Virus”, “Friday’s Drill” and certainly in “Tom’s Pasture”, which I admire very much. Others are wonderful “photos”, evocations of an experience through an eye sharpened by peering long through camera lenses, as in “Morning Walk”. His strength, for me at least, is his practiced ability to filter ordinary experience through the transforming medium of his imagination to offer up small but brilliantly illuminated revelations.
I keep going back to the book and visiting the poems again, each time discovering something new. A remarkable collection and a personal encounter with a poet who finds telling significance in what most of us – to our loss – simply don’t pay enough attention to.
Rating: ***** [5 of 5 Stars!]