Frederick Seidel's 15th collection of poems is written in what Edward Said called "late style." Rather than displaying a torrid self-questioning of the poet's previous achievements, as Said defines late style writing, the poems in Seidel's book retain the inimitable voice he has developed over the past 50 years, but use it to confront death with more sobriety than ever before.
At the World Trade Center, the bomb-sniffing dogs / Are shepherds, and Labs, and collies—not one Afghan. / Of thirty-four corpses on an acre in Helmand, / One is American, thirty-one Afghan. /