Charles Altieri: On "Beneath My Hand and Eye the Distant Hills. Your Body."

Particulars blend not only with one another but with the infinite energies beyond and "below". . . .

Even the words themselves (through the awkward device of the quotation marks) seek to burst out of their nominal functions to participate in those energies leaping forth to meet the poet's hand as it traces the line where love through desire generates form and gathers all the burning into a collective and expanding "'we.'"