Daniel Corrie's poetry vectors into imagistic and sonic surprises, not to mention imaginal reach. While avoiding green didacticism, these poems are incantations about time, consciousness, and the non-human world, all the while embracing the miracle of human perception. Even as his poems unfold with a deliberate patience, the richness of his motifs create a kind of ganglia in which one finds him or herself joyously tangled: the poems refresh, elucidate, and--yes--sometimes inform. They never befuddle, rely on rhetorical pivoting for the sake of cleverness and cleverness only; instead, Corrie's...