Imaginary Paintings is the third poetry collection from Charles Baxter. He writes understated poetry that is beautifully dreamy and atmospheric and charged with significance. He is a very visual writer (as can probably be expected from the title of this collection!) and he describes nature beautifully, weaving his descriptions into the narrative of his poems.
We are driving a gray road at night,
no signs, far from friends, out in the broken
country where trees whose names we don't know
ridge marshlands, shadow on shadow. Something
moves back and forth in the trees, ruffled
and winglike, which we might see
if we stopped. We don't. Sparrows fly up
from County Road H
I had never read anything by Baxter before, but I would certainly be interested in reading more, now!
Imaginary Paintings by Charles Baxter, published by Paris Review Editions 1989