In these riveting poems, Wright declares, I ve said all that / I had to say. / In writing. / I signed my name. / It s death s move. As he considers his mortality, the poet finds a new elation and clarity on the page, handing over for our examination the flawed yet kneeling-in-gratitude self he has become. F stands both for Franz, the poet-speaker who represents all of us on our baffling lifelong journeys, and for the alphabet, the utility and sometimes brutality of our symbols. (It may be, he jokes grimly, his grade in life. ) From Entries of the Cell, the long central poem that...