I read Robert Siegel's poem The Serpent Speaks in Books & Culture last issue and was just stunned at its beauty and complexity.
Siegel manages to accomplish so much on so many levels all at the same time that my head was spinning by the end. The incredible visual language used to evoke this serpentine aura throughout the poem wrapped in the cloak of a medieval forest - while the cursed humanity is dragged down "the dark tube of years" in subway cars and taxis. But the way that the very language of the poem evokes the very deceptive nature of the Serpent is just mind blowing. The ending just left me silent.