Susan Howe’s newest book of poetry is a revelation as well as a mystery.
“What treasures of knowledge we cluster around.†That This is a collection in three pieces. “Disappearance Approach,†an essay about the sudden death of the author’s husband (“land of darkness or darkness itself you shadow mouthâ€), begins the book with paintings by Poussin, an autopsy, Sarah Edwards and her sister-in-law Hannah, phantoms, elusive remnants, and snakes. “Frolic Architecture,†the second section — inspired by visits to the vast 18th-century Jonathan Edwards archives at the Beinecke and accompanied by six black-and-white photograms by James Welling — presents hauntingly lovely, oblique text-collages that Howe (with scissors and “invisible†Scotch Tape and a Canon copier) has twisted, flattened, and snipped into “inscapes of force.†The final section, “That This,†delivers beautiful short squares of verse that might look at home in a hymnal, although their orderly appearance packs startling power:
     That this book is a history of
     a shadow that is a shadow of
     Me mystically one in another
     another another to subserve
“The still-new century’s finest metaphysical poet.â€â€”The Village Voice