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This eleventh collection by Mark Strand is a toast to life’s transience and abiding beauty. He begins with a group of light but haunting fables, populated by figures like the King, a tiny creature in ermine who has lost his desire to rule, and by the poet’s own alter ego, who recounts the fetching mystery of the title poem: “I sat on the porch having a smoke / when out of the blue a man and a camel / happened by.” The poet has Arctic adventures and encounters with the bearded figure of Death; in his controlled tone, he creates his bold visions and shows us, like a magician, how they vanish in a blink. Gradually, his fancies give way to powerful scenes of loss, as in “The Mirror,” where the face of a beautiful woman stares past him
into a place I could only imagine . . .
as if just then I were stepping
from the depths of the mirror
into that white room, breathless and eager,
only to discover too late
that she is not there.
Man and Camel concludes with a small masterpiece of meditations crafted around the Seven Last Words of Christ. Here, this secular poet finds resonance in the bedrock of Christ’s language, the actual words that have governed so many generations of thought and belief. As always with Mark Strand, the discovery of meaning in the sound of language itself is an act of faith that enlightens us and carries us beyond the bounds of the rational.
“Bears all the marks of his considerable achievement. The language is incantatory. . . Ephemeral yet grounded, evanescent yet tangible, the poems in Man and Camel attempt to bridge the distance between what's known and what's unknown, and Strand, aware of the futility, remains playful in the conceit.”—Los Angeles Times Book Review
“Short poems which read like dream-parables whose meanings the reader is forever on the point of seizing. They drift pleasingly along, like water finding its way through the landscape, or some small, vulnerable boat cast airily adrift on the sea.”—The Economist
“It's hard to think of a poet whose ambition so consistently matches his execution. To read through Strand from his first book through the present is to see a single course pursued with exquisite precision.”—Poetry