Some Speaking Swirls

'The intersection of theology and poetry is a charged zone of encounter and, if I may say it, discipline. Yet there’s a generosity and a lightness to Milbank’s verse: a concinnity both within, and within, the now, the lyric moment of generous apprehension, which aligns these taut lyrics with the sensibility of Traherne. “Ripeness rustles,” but it is brightness that reigns here, among “alien and yet familiar creatures,” a jackdaw, an escaped jaguar in a wood, a white cat in autumn, “beech-mulch” that “sings silently.” These radiant poems overflow with creation and gratitude.' —G.C. Waldrep