Hurricane: Poems by Alan Britt

In Hurricane you can hear the breathing of poets like Keats, Rumi, Aleixandre, Blake, Donne, and Marvell. This book reminds us of our rights as residents of Earth: the right to enjoy the simple pleasures the cosmos has to offer, as Britt says in his poem "Earth," "I've grown accustomed to earth." The brilliance of the images is, as he says, "the spine / of a dream." Alan Britt is a poet who teaches us to be better poets, to pay attention to the world and to renew our faith in poetry. These poems are like a symphony of crickets that have their own lantern and make the darkness even more beautiful. Britt is a master of the short poem, filled with the beauty of terrestrial vision and precise images. "Is a train a reptile?" he asks. And in another poem he writes, "The moon's / wild breasts / whitewash / the faded ribs / of a split-rail fence." A superb book.Martin Camps Author, Desierto Sol: La invencion del mundo