This is the second published volume of verse by the young 28-year old poet new instructing in the English department at Vassar. Not always immediately easy to grasp, these poems repay a little closer reading. They are contemporary in content and in form, perhaps resembling the disillusioned school of Auden and Eliot, but with an authentic personal note. The poet is particularly conscious of the ironical contrast between the cloistered study of the past and this ""season of actual war"". The poem which gives the volume its title is typical and particularly hard-wrought, certainly out of the groove of what one expects from lyric verse.