Poet and novelist, Mark Sinnett constructs a quiet, contemplative atmosphere all the while conveying the sharp feeling of an ardent love poem (“the inhibiting physical properties of air / are nonexistent.”). Take for instance these lines from “State” collected in Some Late Adventure of the Feelings:
I recognized that she is wholly responsible
for all the unheard joys tunnelling away,
and is probable cause of this focused interlude,
And in very many ways the poems gathered in this collection are like “focused interludes”. There is something arresting in Sinnett’s description. Moments are poised for reflection and the next stage, if there is a next stage. Salvaging from the ephemeral something that binds one to the other, in love.
And so for day 758