All the more elegant forms of cruelty, I’m told, begin
with patience. I have practiced patience. As for piety
being, to superstition, as what had seemed a fortress
can be to not-a-fortress-in-the-end, at all: maybe so.

— Why not move like light, reflected, across the snow?

Carl Phillips is the author of twelve collections of poetry, the most recent of which is Silverchest. His honors, among many others, include the Kingsley Tufts Award, the Theodore Roethke Foundation Memorial Prize and the Thom Gunn Award for Gay Male Poetry. He has four times been named a finalist for The National Book Award.