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                 The Day Before 
                by Dick Allen 
                115 pages 
        Sarabande Books, 2003TCR Bookstore Price: 
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        It has been six years since the publication of Dick Allen's excellent 
        and exhaustive collection, 
        Ode to the Cold War: Poems New and 
        Selected (Sarabande Books, 1997) and sixteen years since his 
        last full length book of new poems. Have the years been well spent? The 
        answer, upon reading Allen's The Day Before, is an 
        emphatic yes. 
         
        Allen is a well-established "Expansive" poet, who has worked primarily 
        in narrative and traditional forms. Lately he has moved deeper into the 
        poetic style he began developing in the New section of 
        
        Ode to the Cold War. He has termed it Randomism, in which a lyric 
        narrative of association is woven around a small incident. In "Poem for 
        My Sixtieth Birthday," Allen describes this process: 
        
        I like to find textures such as I might run my hands across, 
        a hidden cavern, a little joke 
        hanging by its tail in a shadowy cave, 
        some meadows, a crocodile, the footprints 
        of an old philosopher pursued by elves, 
        for it's the ramble I love, the nonsensical road 
        leading to the sensible one 
         
         The Day Before is divided into four sections of varied 
        theme and style. While the first and last sections contain poems of a 
        more personal (though never confessional) nature, the constant, both 
        inside and across sections, is mood rather than topic, which makes for a 
        series of delightful surprises as one proceeds through the book. A T'ang-inspired 
        poem, "Poem for Li, In Her White Bridal Dress," for example, precedes 
        the loose and funny "Texas Prison Town":  
        
        The only French he ever learned was a la mode 
        and went his whole life thinking it meant ice cream. 
         
        "Quiet, Quiet Now" is a list poem of similes that range from moments in 
        time, to geography and the fine arts, culminating in one of the 
        longstanding themes of Allen's work�love as haven: 
        
        as how a memory of calm 
        is like a tall and graceful woman in a summer gown 
        standing on the porch, holding the screen door open. 
         
        A number of the poems are either dedicated to Allen's wife ("Urban 
        Pastoral") or written to her ("If You Get There Before I Do"), and the 
        tenderness of their longstanding devotion is one of the pleasures of 
        reading The Day Before. 
         
        The quality of Allen's formal verse is less even. "Letter from the Desk 
        of Wallace Stevens" swings quickly into a rapturous sing-song which 
        falls flat with: 
        
        Post it to Hartford where 
        I shall be waiting to 
        Sweeten the world with my 
        Blackberry mind. 
         
        He has more success with "Animus," which begins "We plan our days, 
        but our days have other plans," expanding on a favorite Allen theme: the 
        struggle to live in the moment. Here, his masterful use of 
        rhyme"caterwaul" and "nightfall," "imbeciles" and "coffee spills"�and 
        beneficent world-weariness are beautifully matched. 
         
        As in 
        
        Ode to the Cold War, the title poem of The Day Before 
        is the book's emotional fulcrum. A long poem that seems to expand and 
        contract as Allen moves from the personal to the cultural and back 
        again, "The Day Before Yesterday" is reminiscent of one of Borges' best 
        short stories, "El Aleph":  
            
        Save the farmers. Save the unions. Save the feel 
        of a bellrope lifting you a half-inch from the floor 
        and the mattering details, individual as each 
        moment is to any one of us, no matter what we share. 
             
        Dick Allen draws the reader into his world using images that lead to 
        reverie, then reminds us why he took us there: to reacquaint us with the 
        richness and joy of American life. 
          
              
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