Sonnets for a missing key And some others

Everett's formally virtuosic latest collection (after The Book of Training by Colonel Hap Thompson of Roanoke) interrogates the sonnet form as both a mode for thought and a vehicle for sonic inquiry and play. These sonnets resist pure logic or narrative, twisting and turning back on themselves to question their progression and temporality, as in such lines as "The thrill of it all, setting sail,/ years away, might as well deliver/ the letters ourselves upon return, icy letters/ soaked with, overwhelmed with blood." In the first half of the collection, Everett structures his sonnets around the Italian model, seeming to relish the diagrammatic strictness of the 4-4-3-3 line stanza structure even as internal rhyme, caesura, and enjambment challenge the neatness of the form: "Tweedle Dee did what Tweedle did done,/ a dumb thing to do, it was agreed. Build a house/ of straw on Paradise Street for a pretty/ young damsel chanced for to meet." The volume's second half incorporates tempo instruction into its musical titles, allowing Everett to further contrast form and content, as in a poem with tempo instructions for "liveliness," which begins with the dreary couplet "A dungeon, a pit,/ A pillow with no head." Wry and epigrammatic, these poems inventively challenge and expand the possibilities of form. (Aug.)