It’s Late

“In It’s Late, Colin Drohan limns and details a nostalgia quite possibly unique to our moment: that is, a nostalgia for the unlikeness and fragility of the imminent future. He has found a still point from which to love and lament what is certain to happen. His is a radiant stillness.”

—Donald Revell

“The speaker in these poems is incredibly winning — as wounded, as worried about the future of the planet as the rest of us, but a little more clever. There’s a disarming easiness to how these poems move, and like Schuyler they find a painful beauty in daily life. You know how sometimes you start reading a book and you realize right away you’re in good hands, and you can relax while the poet slowly breaks your heart because they’ll do it so carefully, so well? This is one of those books.”

—Matthew Rohrer