“Every moment of Roger Craik’s In Other Days is an event of inviolable music, golden, as the best of music always is, with both finitude and duration. And I use the word “golden” most particularly here, as these poems–whether urban or pastoral, whether fond or furious–impart a radiance to their idiom identical to that burnished radiance we find in the paintings of Samuel Palmer or the enigmas of Elgar. Craik adventures far beyond pathos and nostalgia, into something like a prospect of eternity. I am both thrilled and consoled by this poetry.”
—Donald Revell
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