In his most recent volume of poetry, Rienzi Crusz's preoccupations have not substantially changed, but his perspectives have shifted. Still deeply conscious of time and place, here he concerns himself with broader existential concerns, with love and hope, and tragedy, death, and despair. Nature continues to inspire in its concreteness and its tranquility. As he meditates on the edge of silence, he walks feistily as always through the scowl of age and lovingly through the many idioms of the sun, revelling in the poetic spaces he has defined with his "singing metaphors" and the dance of words.