The Poems of Alfred Starr Hamilton. 1970.

A beautiful Jargon Society book with two colors of paper, dedicated to an unheard of, unprofessional, accomplished poet, who was known to the editors of only a few journals his life consisted of submitting poetry to

Ordinary yet somehow nonrepresentational vocabulary is shaped into strangely subtle passages. Ordinary, but not literal, not personal, not political, not obviously anything. Cryptic not mythic, simple not transparent.

I admire this beautiful confusion.