Bill Hughes writes hypnotic fever dreams of night-bound cities, of dark nights of the soul spent in The Rue Morgue Arcades. These linked and lyrical poems ?such as Hinterland Stations, which moves through a calendar year?take the reader to deserted and desolate places ... where the pupil of Edward Hopper's eye / casts its spell / in a beam of layers. Even when the poet ventures into daylight, as in Lake the Drowsy Noon, the scene and mood remain eerily and unsettlingly beautiful; Hughes evokes a landscape in which ... no one notices a house / While gravity swarms its sieve'
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