I’m getting to this a little late, but The New Yorker ran a “Briefly Noted” item on C.D. Wright’s new Rising, Falling, Hovering. About the book’s “stunning” title poem, which first appeared in Chicago Review, the unsigned reviewer has this to say:

Wright weaves the strands of various narratives—a trip to Mexico, a friend’s recent illness, the speaker’s conflicts with her college-age son, her grief over the news from Iraq—into a profound meditation on our longing for common experiences. The benumbed activities of the day (“I have been to Pilates I found my old coat”) are interrupted by reports of the war’s mounting casualties: “As of three hours ago / 2,311 of our members are to remain Forever Young.”

The first part of the poem—available as a PDF here—appeared in Chicago Review 51:3; the second part appeared in CR 53:2/3, our most recent issue. Both issues are still available for sale.