In his seventh book of verse, Reginald Gibbons ponders human
consciousness and memory, the blessedness of human love, and the force
and fury of human destructiveness. By turns intimate, imaginatively
historical, and deeply engaged in the paradoxes of language itself,
It's Time belongs to that genealogy of poetry that registers ideas as
much as it does feelings.
Gibbons's short poems portray a sense of wonder at the extraordinary
ordinariness of life and at the seemingly infinite complexities of
identity. With intense feeling, he explores a metaphysical and
philosophical vertigo, and with a quickness of thought, he ponders human
feeling, experience, and perception. His occasions span celebrations,
elegies, and dramatic monologues. In longer poems he uses the ancient
Greeks as a trope for the complicated survival and shaping influence of
the past on our attitudes and acts today.
From free verse to subtle regularities of metrical or syllabic verse,
from discursive arguments to surreal images, Gibbons's technical range
is startling. The poems he collects in It's Time are profoundly
thought through, immensely moving, and entirely indispensable.