Like all the best poets, Matt Barnard knows how to make poems bigger
than themselves; short lyrics like 'Please Follow the Yellow Line, '
'The Day Twilight Went on for Days' and 'Border Patrol' manage to fill
the page and the time beyond their reading, treading a nice line in
Larkinesque terror. Writers like Charles Boyle and Charles Simic also
come to mind in the poet's highly original and enjoyable metaphors, his
ability to draw symbol from the everyday. There are lyrics here on
everything from cows named after Jane Fonda and Bette Davis to
villanelles about intellectual property and the knotty question of dying
hair in middle age. This is a poet with the highest regard for the
reader, who offers us poems that lay out a welcome mat, before ushering
us into the conservatory to look out at that incredible, incredible
view.