The Green Maces of Autumn Voices in an Old Maine House
All these verses celebrate the outer world of the senses, as well as the interior world of feeling, reflection, and imagination, with a rich but precise profusion of detail. Like Conrad, Mr. Turco wants to make us see, to make us feel. In this endeavor his craftsmanship is at least as important as his sensibility and imagination. His words are hard, clear, sharp, as palpable and concrete as the objects for which they stand. His images are crystal clear and at the same time, ressonant of more than surface meaning, echoing indefinitley as we ponder them. His unrhymed syllabic verses perfectly complement their content: here there is no distance, no discrepancy, no slippage between form and content. --Gertrude M. White.