Thresholds by Hoyt Rogers

Praise for Thresholds These oceanic meditations on the vicissitudes of existence—love, transience, the relentless immortality of recurrence—are piercing,  hypnotic, and deeply moving. —Jonathan Galassi  In a poem from Thresholds entitled “Walls,” we find this line: “a rooster crows in someone’s childhood—though I am the one who remembers.” And so it goes, poem after marvelous poem: these memories Hoyt Rogers offers, slightly aslant, at once ineffably here and here, intimate and replete, erudite and yet thrumming with—as another poet he sometimes calls to mind, D. Nurkse, has it—“the blade of the actual.” Rogers has crafted a book of paradox and mystery unlike any other I have encountered in quite a few years, each page—each line—a doorway into a world oddly familiar and utterly new. —Daniel LawlessWritten by a witness within the poet himself, these sometimes autobiographical sequences, with no usual logical chronology, offer us an intimacy with which his captivating and precise langua