Selected and introduced by John Frederick Nims, his old friend, these poems by a former Municipal Court Justice and president of the Modern Poetry Association were not written for publication. Like Emily Dickinson, Bowe wrote constantly and intently and alone; his poems have a certain correlation to hers in their compression, in their sense of a fierce, private concept of God, morality, the universe, and in their meticulous phrasing. But Bowe was no passionate solitary -- his mysticism was rather Celtic, eclectic, humanistic and male. He was also more conversational and inclined to joke, balancing tolerant skepticism with an odd orthodoxy. ""No gods are false"" because ""A false god may raise up a true man"" -- but then ""In brazen calf, in Buddha, we find/some elements he left behind.