Harry Polkinhorn

Demos Oneiron Harry Polkinhorn

Poetry. Child of our amorphous border and a lifetime boundary-walker, transcriber of unknown or scarcely remembered languages, in DEMOS ONEIRON Harry Polkinhorn hews fast to the bafflement of dreams and the dream of language, set forth in a pensive music. The dead poets, he writes, emerge / from their graves thirsty for words / that have been denied them they / roll their eyes back in their heads / in search of former visions, here the visions of the everyday filtered by millennia. Harry Polkinhorn, despite his nine previous collections, is one of American poetry's unknown treasures.