Never has Charles Wright's vision been more closely aligned with the work of those ancient Chinese painters and writers who inform his poetry than in Buffalo Yoga, his newest collection of verse.
Wright's short lyrics, in Charles Simic's words, "achieve a level of eloquence where the reader says to himself, if this is not wisdom, I don't know what is" (The New York Review of Books). The poems in Buffalo Yoga are pristine examples of the Tennessee poet's deft, painterly touch—"crows in a caterwaul" are, for example, "scored like black notes in the bare oak." Throughout these pages we find Wright employing such masterful imagery to make an oblique, expansive, and profound interrogation of mortality—especially in the title sequence, where the soul is "a rhythmical knot. / That form unties. Or reties."