Carol Ann Davis’s Atlas Hour is formally inventive, visually striking, and fiercely intelligent. But it’s so much more than that, too: a thoughtful meditation on how family, history, and aesthetic beauty might help us understand our position in a complicated world filled with moments of joy, misgiving, and suffering. The minds at work in these finely wrought poems are at once intricate and expansive, reaching finally through art toward the unknowable and divine. This is an ambitious and riveting collection.
—Kevin Prufer
In Atlas Hour, Carol Ann Davis works her material with a jeweler’s steady hand, honoring the sensuous definition of surfaces as well as the more elusive claims of desire, sorrow and the gratitude of living. When outer and inner are drawn into balance—and they are, in poem after poem—there comes a catch in the breath, the sense of a rightness apprehended.
—Sven Birkerts, author of The Gutenberg Elegies: The Fate of Reading in an Electronic World
What we admire in Carol Ann Davis’s new collection is akin to what we admire in Dickinson—a quality of ardor as the poet struggles toward grace, a grace that is sought in both the domestic and in the ineffable. We are thus offered deeply acute poems about the experience of motherhood as well as searching poems of ekphrasis. Again and again, Davis goes in search of the transcendent moment, of those times of ‘belief and unbelief changing places.’ Atlas Hour is a resonant and haunting collection by a poet of the first order.
—David Wojahn