Kingsley Amis's poetry tackles all the grimly humorous subjects he
tackled in his novels--lust, lost love, booze, money and the lack of it,
old age, death--and does so with immense formal poise. A master of both
traditional and unconventional meters with a perfect ear for parody,
Amis wrote satires, epigrams, and rueful and scornful songs that are
remarkable not only for their virtuosity and humor but for their
scabrous realism. It all adds up to a small, entirely individual, and
memorably bracing body of work. As Amis writes: "Beauty, they tell me,
is a dangerous thing, / Whose touch will burn, but I'm asbestos, see?"