Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Louis Simpson’s newest volume of poetry, "Searching for the Ox," heralds a literary event of the highest order. The poems here all have a strong narrative structure, and at the same time they are beautifully lyrical, evocative of times, places and moods as strikingly different as the 1930s in tropical Kingston harbor and windy, wintry afternoons on postwar Riverside Drive. Like the masters of Zen, Simpson celebrates the everyday things that give the world color, shape, form and reason; he conveys the essence of an experience through his observation of small details. "Searching for the Ox" is divided into four parts. As Simpson observes in the Preface, "The first two parts describe the life of a young man coming from a background similar to my own. Poems in the third part are more meditative; they are about a way of life. And the concluding section is made up of poems rising out of my interests as a writer."
Did he find the ox? Why did every book of poetry of the 70s have a gerund in the title? I owned this book in high school, but have very little memory of it.