A gracefully philosophical poet, Wright is committed to spanning the divide between thought and being. In Polynomials and Pollen, he draws on ancient cultures of Africa and the Americas and crafts the poetic equivalent of mathematical expressions that pair metaphysical musing with elements of the living world. In poems beautifully balanced and feathered with slant rhymes, Wright contrasts the weight and demands of the body with the flight of memories and the spirals of thought. For all the complexities of concept, his language is limpid, his images startling in their beauty and poignancy. Wright casts a spell that, like music, yields meaning beyond literalness in a dialectic between abstraction and “fleshy desire,” intellectual anatomization and “the lexicon of need.” --Donna Seaman
Review
"Jay Wright is one of the five or six living American poets whose work will survive." --Harold Bloom
"Jay Wright is a brilliant and original poet, difficult and allusive, beating his own unpredictable path through a variety of terrains." --John Hollander,
New York Times"Wright invites us to roam the cultures of the transatlantic world, to speak and know many tongues, to partake of the rituals through which we may be initiated into modes of individual and communal enhancement. In yet another age of great uncertainty, Wright enables us to imagine that breaking the vessels of the past is more an act of uncovering than of sheer destruction, and that we need not necessarily choose between an intellectual and a spiritual life, for both can still be had." --Robert B. Stepto
"Jay Wright is a brilliant and original poet, difficult and allusive, beating his own unpredictable path through a variety of terrains." --John Hollander,
New York Times"Wright invites us to roam the cultures of the transatlantic world, to speak and know many tongues, to partake of the rituals through which we may be initiated into modes of individual and communal enhancement. In yet another age of great uncertainty, Wright enables us to imagine that breaking the vessels of the past is more an act of uncovering than of sheer destruction, and that we need not necessarily choose between an intellectual and a spiritual life, for both can still be had." --Robert B. Stepto