pstrongPritchett's poems manage a level of lyric statement that recalls both Rilke's Duino Elegies and the late poems of Robert Creeley, as the author asks, May I ruin the poem's promise with the promise of another poem the yet-to-come forever shining nickel sweet beyond horizon's oblivion. Written under the sign of COVID and the attendant global violences related to a pandemic, Sunderland meditates in ardent, necessary, and ethical ways on the real wonder of the world in its ruin. Both a work of daily apprehension and one sundered from topical realities, Pritchett's work here is invested in poetry's requisite and long-historied demand, asking us to undergo lyric as though it were a curse.strongp