An ant to the starsor stars to the ant--which ismore irrelevant?Weekend Jet Skiers--rude to call them idiots, yes, but facts are facts.Clamor of seabirdsas the sun falls--I look upand ten years have passed."--from "Dawn Notebook"Such is the expansive terrain of Seven Notebooks: the world as it is seen, known, imagined, and dreamed; our lives as they are felt, thought, desired, and lived. Written in forms that range from haiku to prose, and in a voice that veers from incanta-tory to deadpan, these seven poetic sequences offer diverse reflections on language and poetry, time and consciousness, civilization and art--to say nothing of bureaucrats, surfboards, and blue margaritas. Taken collectively, Seven Notebooks composes a season-by-season account of a year in the life of its narrator, from spring in Chicago to summer at the Jersey Shore to winter in Miami Beach. Not a novel in verse, not a poetic journal, but a lyric chronicle, this utterly unique book reclaims territory long abandoned by American poetry, a characteristic ambition of Campbell McGrath, one of the most honored, accessible, and humanistically engaged writers of our time.