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From
Peter Skinner, Seventh Annual Look at ForeWords
Big Ten Picks, in ForeWord:
Terse, tightly wound,
as swift and barbed as arrows, this collection of fifty poems hits cleanly
and hard. The books title is ironic yet valid: Life has given the
poets characters an emotional kick in the teeth. The retired actor
of The Swan Song can enchanted with his high, tragic
style,/pull down the curtains on the maudlin moon,/and crack his old arch
smile, but the timid office worker can only regret the girl seen
but not known: Each night, he pictured her above his bed/like sparks
collected in the air above/a fire that burns for one late, sleepless eye./Then,
in the quiet, he could hear the sound/of love, already curling up to die.
Mehigan is a master of immediacy and specificity, as in A Contract:
Their love ran out in March; their lease, in June. His end-lines
pack punch; of his short-term renter of life and love he poignantly says,
He waited now, unseen, for no ones sake. Mehigan is
also the poet of loneliness, perfectly captured in Buzzards
(She said, Once, Id take walks/to the mowed fields .
. .
where the buzzards, ever detached, would wheel and fall,
then rise. ) At thirty-five, Mehigan
is unlikely to have reached his peak, but he has certainly gained an assured
mastery of form. Though some may find a hint of predecessors in his work,
all will note a strongly personal vision in these poems, seamlessly knit
to meticulous craftsmanship.
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