Irish poet Padraig J. Daly's latest collection of poems is set in a challenging place, "our unGodded world," as one poem calls it, "our infected kingdom," another. It is a place of darkness and heaviness of the soul, where things are left unfinished or in ruins and the sun goes down "protesting." But it is also a place that is somehow redeemed, a place made, if only momentarily, radiant by the perception of a greater design, by the vision of "a yellow ecstasy of leaves" in the street, and, most of all, by the guileless love and affection of the young whose laughter "lights / Every cobwebbed...