In this second volume of poetry, a young poet covers a wide range of subjects. Sometimes in blank verse, often in neat rhyme, and generally in a conversational voice , he writes of Roman emperors, an airplane crash, Persian kings, lemmings, Turks, Eskimos, a child playing in the snow, movies, a St. Patrick's Day parade, and a long elegy to a poet dead by suicide. Singly, these poems are often interesting side-comments, arresting observations. Seen all together, their off-hand casual phrasing makes them sound a little too much like personal prose essays on chance-met subjects; and except in a few instances the summing phrase that might so easily snap the poem into a whole seems to have been deliberately (?) avoided. A great deal of attractive material and thought and some whole poems emerge, but this poet needs to state his convictions and ironies more firmly.