A newer voice is heard in Broomell. His poems have put in a wide appearance in such periodicals as The New Yorker, Harper's, The Poetry Chap Books, etc. This is their first appearance in book form. The writer is young, intensely modern, somewhat witty and interested in the problems of time and space. He treats these with wit rather than solemnity. Here is a post-war poet, perhaps worth watching. ....Nemerov's collection of verse is of somewhat uneven quality, typical of the postwar pessimists. Too much of war-town Europe, too much of stone-bound New York, the result perhaps all too typically bloodless. There is one fine- and wholly unrepresentative poem at the end, which offers a note of virile faith. Nemerov is one of a host of post-war lamenters; his voice does not seem to me original, important nor promising. The volume will command a very limited audience.