"The title says this collection is one poem, and it is, with its repeated vocabulary, shades-of-winter mood, and virtuoso singing. Amazing single poems. The elegy keeps naming itself, enjoying its form. So you can love it."
—Alice Notley, author of The Descent of Alette

"Having read Peter Gizzi's work through the immense and singular wingspan his books make, I am still awestruck and dumbfounded as to how these poems are made. This book believes in language. It also offers it the utmost reverence: by lowering it to human height, where the living are. What a masterwork of deft maneuvering within the dynamo Gizzi has made of the lyric."
—Ocean Vuong, author of Time is a Mother

"These poems are assertions of a spiritual excess that won't die."
—Fanny Howe, author of Love and I

"These poems are elegies. Or these poems are about being torn apart and floating free. They come from an old place where grief overlaps with beauty. Gizzi is a poet of disembodied brightness. Reading Gizzi is almost like having a near death experience, you know those accounts from people who have nearly died and who say they left their bodies, looked down on them from above, and everything was fine, better than fine. Gizzi's writing invokes and produces something like that, a near religious ecstasy, but one with no God in sight. It's as if he has learned to give up control and still find perfect balance riding whatever carries his voice. If anyone tells you the lyric is dead, give them Peter Gizzi."
—Rae Armantrout, author of Finalists

"In Peter Gizzi's Fierce Elegy (Wesleyan Univ., Aug.), poems on ferocious heartbrokenness also attest to joy."
—Library Journal