With From the Devotions, Carl Phillips takes us even further into that
dangerous space he has already made his own, where body and soul--ever
restless--come explosively together. Speaking to a balance between
decorum and pain, he offers here a devotional poetry that argues for
faith, even without the comforting gods or the organized structures of
revealed truth. Neither sage nor saint nor prophet, the poet is the
listener, the mourner, the one who has some access to the maddening
quarters of human consciousness, the wry Sibyl. From the Devotions is
deeply felt, highly intelligent, and unsentimental, and cements
Phillips's reputation as a poet of enormous talent and depth.