Reviews
The long title poem of Robert Phillips' sixth collection wryly evokes his days as a broke intern at an advertising agency in 1950's Manhattan... Phillips has a chatty, mellow voice that is appealingly textured... Throughout, Phillips's unaffected ease with formalism proves his greatest strength. A section of poems concerning love and sex possesses a gleeful streak of malice. He also works crisply in traditional forms ranging from villanelles to eclogues.
Spinach Days is poetry at its best—plain spoken and yet melodic, formal without reading like limericks, intelligent without being bombastic... It's the kind of book that makes the reader dog-ear the pages... Phillips is a poet of rare talent whose works will be read long after most of his contemporaries have faded away.
These poems are a delight to read for their unpretentious craft and their flight from the orthodoxy of the obscure and the extreme. Phillips uses form with an ease that belies his artfulness and makes plain statements that belie the depth and complexity of the emotions he captures.
There is a wry, self-deprecating intimacy and charm in Robert Phillips' poems that are not like anyone else writing today.
Phillips' playful title prepares us for reminiscence, and there are many poems of personal archaeology here, prodigious in their concreteness and their believable inventories. Through all of the poems moves Mr. Phillips' inimitable voice—easy-going, spare, engaging, and inclined to comedy. Some of the richness of Spinach Days comes of the equable telling of poignant or bitter things; it is like hearing depth charges in a calm sea.
Here's a book to 'drive away the grackle of unhappiness.' The poems in Robert Phillips' Spinach Days, wryly nostalgic, rueful, sharply felt, vanquish troubles and ring true in his clear, unmistakable voice. A pleasure to read and re-read.
This book of lamentations and praises, seethings and gentlings, losses and acceptances is at once easy and tough, subtle and plain. Spinach Days is the work of a very good poet who fits the poem to the idea, the method to the matter, simple English to complex thought, and who takes his craft more seriously than he does himself.
Robert Phillips is about the only living U.S. poet who never bores me.
Robert Phillips is an important American poet. He expresses and incarnates the sensibility of our time; when I read him I experience, eerily, what I did not know I knew until his poem revealed it.
Robert Phillips' attitude is that of the sensitive and isolated modern whose defenses—and resources—are observational quirkiness, tolerance, and rueful intelligence. His work is engagingly open and accessible, his subjects painstakingly explored.