This post shows Bill Knott at his think-out-loud best. Even though he critiques Traci Brimhall‘s poem, he honors it with his close reading. I’m about half-way through Knott’s massive (400 page or so) Collected Sonnets, 1970-2010, and I have to say that the subtlety of his music is one of his poetry’s greatest pleasures. That means, from a poet’s point of view, one can learn from him—and learn things to be found nowhere else. More on all that in a future post!