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Robert Pack is a narrative master blessed with a keen ear for everyday speech. In poems that recall Robert Frost's meditative regard of nature, Pack's newest collection, Elk in Winter, asks what meaning can be found in a seemingly indifferent universe. But as always for Pack, universal questions find their resolution in the particular, the personal, and the intimate. With this focus, Pack's essential meditative stance challenges and enlarges itself - a man watches himself watching the landscape, through which a herd of elk passes on a winter morning: As silence deepens / Into deeper thought /...

"from" Clayfeld s Farewell Epistle to Bob Pack
Beneath this mellow harvest moon,
I can still picture you a boy content
just fishing with his father from a ledge
above a foaming stream. The flailing trout
you caught is packed in gleaming ice;
the pink stripe all along its side
is smeared across black shiny dots
that seem to shine with their own light.
I m sure that you can picture me
with equal vividness, and though we re not
identical, there is a sense
in which I am inventing you
as much as you re inventing me.
In "Clayfeld Holds On,"...