I've been reading Robert Haas' Pulitzer Prize-winning collection Time and Materials. It's a great book, filled with wonderful poetry of every shape and size. From the sparse opening poem (which reminded me of the beginning of Simic's Hotel Insomnia. This poem is very different, much less harrowing, but they both serve as an alluring appetizer to the riches within.) to a take on the classic Japanese haibun, to longer protest poems.

Though Hass' poetry is complex and of a very high order, there is always this friendly voice saying "It's OK, I'm writing a poem and you're here with me." that keeps everything down to earth and accessible and even playful.

It is an excellent book, and well deserving of the Pulitzer and probably many other awards.