"William Logan's technical graces and dark charms have made him one of America's most distinctive poets. The poems in his seventh collection go further than ever into what he has called the "ill-lit kingdom of the past," whose figures rise up like hungry ghosts. This book is haunted by the presence of the dead, but equally penitent toward the rich insinuations of the living: the lost floral paradises of the Florida outlands, the steamy Gatsby summers of a Long Island childhood, the frozen gravestones of a colonial burying ground, the manufactured ruins of rural England."--BOOK JACKET.