20. Olena Kalytiak Davis, "You are a scholar, Horatio, speak to it"

Here at last is a poem I can really get behind. It is a strange dialogue between two unidentified characters. "You say you walk and sew alone? / I walk and sew alone. The author, an unknown poet to me, sustains the enigmatic mood to the very end, creating eerie rhythms. I don't want to read an explanation of the poem, since I fear it might spoil it. 9.5.

75 poems is way to many for a "best" volume. I'm sure 75 good poems are published every year, but how could anyone find them? Real finds, like this one, are comparatively rare.