The wry self-observer of Park Island and Natural Anthem is still there … but now, more often than not, he’s grinning from ear to ear. Was there ever a love poem quite like ‘The Good Oil’ or, for that matter, ‘Skywire’? Here in Leonard Lambert’s fourth collection we find a poet at the top of his game. The book is a lyrical feast. Enjoy!
To wobble into love at the dingbat end of your sixth decade is remarkable enough. But to find someone who shares your own background & foreground as painter, hard-yards poet and self-created individual is, I would guess, way out on the loopy end of any probability curve you could ever come up with. The dance & wonder of all this, its fizz and sparkle and sheer eye-opening unlikelihood is what these poems sing and celebrate. Bon voyage! — Leonard Lambert