129.1: Adam O. Davis:: Dusk or Arizona & Hush & Neighborhood Watch & Tijuana Horoscope
11 February 2013
In his great poem “Mountains,” A.R. Ammons writes of “Counting my numberless fingers.” This might be a comment on the enhanced ear of Ammon’s poetry, its impeccable sense of line and enjambment, its economy of white space on the page. Adam O. Davis shares this instinct, a simultaneous sense of ear and line that delivers the intellectual and emotional punch of his language with astute immediacy. One feels that Davis’s poems are sketched out in a notebook during his meanderings and walks across his domain. He begins “Dusk or Arizona” coupling an observation with the poet’s metaphor: