More than any other living poet, Derek Walcott best fulfills T.S. Eliot's poetic ideal following his new publication, writes The New York Times. "This is a book of turning away from all that is modish in literature, from 'the deliberate delight in incoherence, the whiff of chaos / off the first page of some new book' and toward his fit audience, however few, toward 'You, my dearest friend, Reader.'”