Now It's Dark

"The ethereal yet confident poems in this book deliver their satisfying reckoning without a hint of sentimentality."—Publishers Weekly

"In the title poem of his eighth book, Now It's Dark, Peter Gizzi strikes a Tennysonian note that calls to mind both the tone and imagery of "In Memoriam A. H. H.": "Sky opening into blank. / I thought grief is a form of grace." The poem proceeds through inflections confessional ("When my brother lost his voice I lost my childhood"), social ("I am overpowered by the gigantism / of commercial governing"), and existential ("I am an incident trapped in thick description), all the while maintaining a deceptive ease of expressiveness that belies the underground swell of disquiet, which marks the entire volume."—Albert Mobillio, Hyperallergic

"This new poetry, taking such care of tem-perature—the time & details of the world—meaning the space(s) in which we live—defining love in this way. Writing along the edge. What I call MR/everydayMagicalRealism. A way of writing about hope."—Kamau Brathwaite, author of The Lazarus Poems

"Gizzi is not a sentimental poet—not even close. His best poems exist on a different plane, as if he has achieved and is writing from a transcendent vantage most of us only strive forHe identifies the thing we're all searching for in voices, in poems, in language, in songs; why we read and why we listen."—Amanda Petrsich, The New Yorker

"There's no ego in this writer's work. It's one of the purest examples of truth told from an inside source, beautifully patterned on the page. There's no training ground for such writing. Every page, every poem, is challenged with unpredictability and intensity."—Grace Cavalieri, Washington Independent Review of Books