Robert Mezey's poems are finely crafted meditations on life, experience, and the spiritual. As I read this collection, I was amazed by the confidence and deftness with which he handles form and rhyme in poems such as "Pakim Pond, New Jersey," "Meadow Saffron," "To Mary," "Autumnal," "Against Seasons," and the closing "The Wandering Jew" that I hardly noticed this was rhyming formal poetry. Winner of the Academy of American Poets 1960 Lamont Poetry prize, this was Mezey's debut volume, published when he was only 25 or 26--a substantial feat. Nonetheless, I found myself so much outside of these poems, as much as I wanted to love and engage with them. Still, I look forward to reading more, to see how his work has evolved since this first book.