Robert King's poems ruminate and celebrate, embrace and release, laying
moments of insight and feeling on our open palms like fragrant pine
needles. The poet leads us from what he calls "first days" (a childhood
in Omaha during WWII and then Colorado) to "last days" (wrestlings with
mortality) to "these days" in the eternal Now of the natural world. King
moves with ease from humor to heartbreak, often in a single poem, and
his language is always fresh and clear. He has the gifts necessary to
fulfill Frost's dictum that a poem "begins in delight and ends in
wisdom," and readers will take great pleasure in making that journey
with him.