The cover of Ed Barrett’s toward blue peninsula, sun running down the spine, a lush green lawn leading to a strip of beach and deep blue ocean as far as the eye can see, is Barrett’s idea of heaven. During the ten months he spends at home in Cambridge, Massachusetts, he swims several times a week at Harvard’s Blodgett Pool. When he is in Ireland he dons a wet suit to swim and surf off the Dingle peninsula within sight of the Blasket Islands. There is more to this book than water but water is Barrett’s sign.
And then Jerry Lewis enters the picture! Few American poets hold their lyric nerve and sense of humor with Barrett’s grace. And few American poets have found so much in Virgil, Ronald Coleman and the Peter Gennaro Dancers.
This is Barrett’s fifth Pressed Wafer title. In time there will be another one and, God willing, another one after that.