God in Winter

Pádraig J. Daly's latest collection of poems is set in a place of darkness and heaviness of the soul, where things are left unfinished or in ruins and the sun goes down "protesting." It is also a place that is somehow redeemed, a place made-if only momentarily-radiant by the perception of a greater design, by the vision of "a yellow ecstasy of leaves" in the street, and, most of all, by the guileless love and affection of the young. Daly finds beauty in the accumulated small perceptions tha...