Noble Gas, Penny Black

Poetry. "Good poets have a thing, a sleight-of-hand which shows itself like this: an image appears in a stanza that's been doing its job just fine, thanks very much, and then with no fanfare something quietly blooms before your reading eye, it blooms or flowers and spreads itself back into the lines behind it and over the lines that are still to come, and the poem moves from its previous mode into the kind of place which good poets intuit must be reachable but nevertheless often miss out on, just don't get the syllables right... [There are] lines from NOBLE GAS, PENNY BLACK, where the syllables are, let me incautiously say, near-perfect..."--Don Coles.