Beast is a Wolf
This first published volume shows Wallenstein to be a finely disciplined versifier. The poems are tightly controlled and skillfully honed to six or seven syllables (sometimes more or less) to the line. In the typical poem there are up to a couple of dozen lines of no more than 100 words all told. Wallenstein therefore fits into the company of Reg Saner, David McKain, and most notably Linda Pastan among his contemporaries. His diction, which is resolutely simple and straightforward, is given a sudden twist by unexpectedly elusive phrases or shifts in tone, manifesting clearly the poet’s vaguely threatening; what little love there is gives no comfort or assurance. In sum, the context of the poems is recognizably contemporary and urban. A promising first volume, recommended for collections of present-day poets.
Brockport, NY, BOA Editions, 1977
Reviewed by
Choice
Beast is a Wolf with Brown Fire
runs across meadows
and bounds up into
old farms, now stubbly
and overgrown.
she runs through brush
she rests among the evergreen
and the poplar.
her eyes are pinned to the light
flickering through the leaves.
she pants white mist, she lounges,
she changes sex in the shadows
and emerges in red fire.
the beast is a wolf and
she goes to you
she’s found you out,
my love.