My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I have no idea about this book. Having forced myself thru lines like “concentric desire outspreads / her strained connectives” to get to more interesting poems like False Spring and Untitled Triptych – I just don’t know. Colby is obviously talented but maybe a little overpolished and sneaky. Never got a sense of revelation with this stuff. The title poem “Toward Fruitlands” might have been put at the beginning of the book – for some reason I wish I’d read this poem before some of the others.
